LIMERICK | HUMOUR | PSYCOPATHIC IMPOSTERS
Want To Meet Your Namesake?
I once met my doppelgänger* twin.
Spent hours proving he wasn’t my skin.
Was he a ghost?
My identity toast?
Twas a bizarre mind-friggin’ spin.
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