Could you
bring me
My other life?
I think I got
the wrong one
From the
back of the pile
Under some forgotten rag
In the
dimness
Of the early
morning
It looked
like the right one
But it just
doesn’t seem to fit right
No hurry
really
If you
happen to be
Coming my
way
Just drop it
in the lobby
Leave it
with the attendant
I’ll swing
by at lunch
Leave the
mis-fitting one behind
The cleaning
crew
Can just
toss it out
With the other
broken pieces
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