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The Formations of the Self
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I thought he was me
- this boy I was talking to -
he bore an emotional similarity
to someone I used to be
but then I thought I was mistaken
having put all my belief
in only one place, so I held my hands up,
to my eyes, but the holes in the palms
blew away my disguise, and I...
I couldn\'t think anymore
just as the world was turning
-letters gliding from the screen-
all of a sudden,
nothing.
And then, out of the dream.
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