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2014-01-22T14:47:27-08:00January 22nd, 2014|Musings on life|

An open poem to Justin Bieber

If someone took pictures
of my house
and told everyone
they were pictures
of me

you know
what I’m getting at
don’t you

there are a thousand
of you inside your skin

invisible
private

not even you
have met them all yet

so don’t let us fool you

you are not the tin
on the outside

listen closely
one of those ghosts
inside you
is trying to tell you
something

he’s the old man
whose bones
you are borrowing

he wants you to know
you will wish
you’d been wiser.

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