Doppelgänger, Re-Encounter, Friend – poems by doctors
2008
Behind the edge of what I see There sits a little man of grey. My friends, they say good night to me; He does not go away. He watches me, dull, drunk, polite, Without a smile, without a sneer. I wake and shiver in the night To whispers in my ear. And when I fell in love with you And there was
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