Vicariously

Perhaps I will 
Change my name
Murder myself
So I’m not the same
Color my hair
And my finger tips
Disguise my spare
Revise the scripts
Then
I can pretend
I am not me
Or the poems I’ve penned
Vicariously 
I can be
An unlike soul
Possess a life
Of which I stole

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