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Author’s note: Thank you, Pete Springer, for the first line as an inspiration. I wish I could have done more–the line held so much promise. But lack of time (a working mother’s curse) lead me to translate it in the most obvious way possible. I will, however, use it again in future for a story.

Disclaimer:

I am not this person,

never was and never can be,

at least I will never admit it.

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Even my closest friends

didn’t know the real me.

Curious yet aloof,

old yet new,

loving yet jealous

of all that’s you.

Your dress, looks, admirers,

achievements light a match,

while I smile adoringly,

and call you such a catch!

A locked trunk

buried in the attic

beneath the cieling-high

pile of fond times together–

do you know really know me,

dearest friend,

or me you?