BALLAST 24
Cover my finances with your murky depth,
leave my covers out in the cold : I'm never
sure we should have ever even met. Right
here, as it is now, I am so still and so detached
that I can't even recognize your name. Aleck.
Lisa. Whatever it wants to be. Mae. Roger.
My life is a tangled but non-existent web that
only you insist on seeing. In reality it does not
exist at all. It does not exist at all. It does not exist
at all. But, then again, the snarl is in the tangle.
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