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27 September 2011

Living Life through Someone Else's

A wide gaze,
Breathless chest -
She is absorbing
My stories
Bit by bit,
Transposing herself
In the stories
In my place

Substituting her
Life with mine,
Which I think
Is as ordinary
As it goes,
As normal
As possible:
Does she know this?


Is it love?
- The reason for
Her transposed
Existence; or
Is my life
Truly exceptional?
So any one
Would want it?

I admit though
I love it!
- Her desire
To be me…
But she should
Get her own
First-hand life –
Need I tell her this?