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I heard a whisper in the air. I turned and nobody was there. I heard the voice ask, “Is that you?” I was confused, what do I do? Turning back, I heard the voice say, “Jim, is that you I see today?” “Sound of the breeze, I used to be, I’m no longer he, now I’m me. He is gone … never returning. Leaving me with his soul yearning. Wispy wind whispering my name, There's nothing left of Jim to claim.” Shadows twisting in stirring storms, Life has taken away the norms. The gloominess you can see, Was not he but it is now me. Twirling fragment ripping the mind- Pieces of him so hard to find- Ripples through my space finding time- Displaying the crimes of my prime- Interludes on life seen then heard. Capturing the wind with a word- Today I am me walking by, Say goodbye to the other guy.
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