I'm the lingering, incoherent memory of a dream;
discorded and nonsensical,
a collage of events and phrases strung together and hung from a broken timeline.
I'm a ghost of Lexington Avenue;
haunting halls and cubicles,
a spectre of my former self, devoid of emotion and autonomous thought.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
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