Monday, October 13, 2025

Who is that?*

 



Who is that?*

 

Delusions of grandeur, character not defined

Hidden in the corner within someone's "mind"

But further investigation, not to be found

It cannot be certain if it is ever around

But to take one look at oneself in the mirror

You will find no one there, when things get clearer

 

Dom*Colucci 2012

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