The Quondam Friend, Now a Fraud

You stand before me: Tall, poised, identical To the friend I've known For a lifetime and more. Down to the fluctuation Your voice resonates, And to the flick of the wrist Each movement impeccable. To the unknowing eye You are the same: Unchanged, unadulterated Just maybe older. But you are a graphic image, Something alike... Continue Reading →


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