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sometimes you get mistaken for yourself

Slurps of shingle wash memories mouth
Upon the sea path where steps are worn
Torn, climb the ocean tower as a stutter,
One step up, ten down, one up.
I have been somebody else all my life.

Sail Latin latitude for bedtime stories
Oratio Fatimae told by aged popstars on
Dead Sea Scrolled postcards.
Prey of prayers rattle
The eternal letter box.
I have been somebody else all my life.

Oíer fields that never take
The same shape twice,
Police helicopter cuts the coast
As sunís clenched teeth bare
The scantily clad sycamore ~
Finger relic fresco on this wall.

These hands, which type, are not my own
On my feet are the shoes of my dead fathers
We walk alone, together.
Written by Strangeways_Rob
Author's Note
ERULGCT 81. Uma xx For No Moth's comp Landscaped Engines. Longer than hoped, but writing myself out of 2020. All stay safe and ignore the rabid conspiracy theorists.
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