I know

I know you. I know who you are.

I see through your translucent persona when you try to beguile me with your charms. I feign interest and you’re sated.

I know you, the one with impossible standards, but just for me.

I feel you, and your rationalizations as you deign to explicate. I want to tell you to shut up. Your eyes are red and your ass is flat. You always wear those low-cut jeans and that big, black belt with the big buckle. Why?

I am you, I am the one that surprises. I am what you do not believe I am. What you cannot believe I am. So I’ve won.

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