Friday, 19 May 2017


 How peculiar I said to him

That you should be here too

I never came here on a whim

He said, I came to meet with you

Well what a strange coincidence

For my route to here is new

My being here is chance indeed

He nodded yes I followed you

So what is it you need from me

That determined your pursuit

I heard how you had died last week

Now here I see rumours to refute

What happened then has been and gone

I said to reassure the situation

It seems you haven’t grasped the fact

That we are both an imitation

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