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something like that

you and i.
me in my material pretense
and you brokened down by your mental aminos.
what do you keep looking for?
why do you smile so?
i do not know whether you are truly mad or
just tense.

i understand, understand;
you make me feel uncomfortable with envy.

because
it is me in my material pretense

and you
in your shaby insanity.

Posted by martha lung on Monday, March 07, 2005 at 10:17 PM |

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