Poem Hunter
GS (19/1/90 / birmingham (England))


My doppelganger stares cold.
My doppelganger judges harsh.
But what do i care?
For is my doppelganger not just
Jealous of my flesh and bone?
And contemptuous how it
Should only fleet in and out
Of existence as I pass panes of glass,
Always forced to mimic my moves?

What do I care that my doppelganger hates me?
He does not exist if I do not look.

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