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The Pretender
Pretender in my birth-suit;
living and yet not quite alive.
Every other guy
can thrive just fine.
What they are
is obvious to the eye.
Easily categorised,
flowing with the tide.
Body and stature
matches soul and mind.
Jaded and green-eyed,
wishing it were mine.
Every moment ensnared
within the wrong design.
The pretending must end;
I’ve served my time.
...Monday 9th May 2016 4:50 pm
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