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How do people become what they are?


Got a job, did you?

Doing that?

Every day you went there

And saved your pennies;


Got a little flat,

Never married,

Became set in your ways,

Royal Doulton,

Rococo chairs.


We cleaned out your flat

At the end;

The op shop,

Thats where it went;


Thats what you became:

A repository for a life. 



Ian asks the best questions.


“Why is that, Sam?

Why is that?”

Being hurt

Being depressed

Being told to get lost

“What does it mean, Sam?

What does it mean?”


He's tracing a line with his fingers along the inside of his world, like a blind man 

in a prison cell. 



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