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A Once Strong Man

Not by choice
I am turning into
a once strong man.

Looking out at me
as I become more familiar
to myself, a knowing stranger.

A smirk of ancestral fate
watches as I realise
the unavoidable.

Not me but me accepting
an ever growing collection
of uncoincidental mannerisms.

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