I’ve often wondered
what I’d say
If I met me
on the road one day
Would I smile
or would I cry
Or would I
quickly pass me by
Could I truly
help me out
Would I listen
or turn about
Would I feel
the same as me
I cannot say
with certainty
For in my life
so many changes
Conscious heedful
rearranges
Being me
enjoying free
sometimes all alone
When like this
I have no needs
From least of all
A clone
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