Facsimile

Lookalike.

The hours and the flowers
The way you look tonight
Tucked inside your torso
Reproduced to look alike.

And semblances of understanding
Some floating out of sight
The faces a facsimile
That all look the same despite.

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David Rudder

Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.