'There's a dichotomy in me that only I can see.
A facsimile but different, clearly.
His whispers consist of the past
the times that didn't last.
A bitterness with every word.
Despite my deception, I've earned his respect.
This dichotomy in me, I did resurrect.'
A facsimile but different, clearly.
His whispers consist of the past
the times that didn't last.
A bitterness with every word.
Despite my deception, I've earned his respect.
This dichotomy in me, I did resurrect.'
Greg Crimmins c.2018