Non-Erotic PoetryThe Other ManI must confess,
I don't always dream about you.
When I'm strolling through town,
you're not always the one
I pretend walk by my side,
holding my hand
sharing my life,
if only in my mind.
Sometimes it's not you,
but another man,
a very young man,
a very short man,
a man who looks just like you...
and me.
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