There is another me
Somewhere.
Out there.
And he spoke to me
In my head.
I was on a Greyhound bus.
He had a very confusing,
Yet ultimately believable explanation
About how all this was happening.
At the next stop
I changed my ticket
To include a stop
In my other self's hometown.
I'm getting
To the bottom.
Of.
This.
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