You look like
a secret I keep
in my pocket,
like the words trying
to slip off my tongue,
like the elephant
that follows me
into every room
And I did think
you looked familiar
but it might be
that you look like me,
like the piece
that only I see
that I hide out of courtesy
to myself
and everyone else
You look like
the smell of gasoline,
like a pointless argue,
like something I love
that I'm not supposed to

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