To my proxy (outrageously yours): A poem 

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I am your overshadow 

like the sky at your window 

I am dawn, noon and dusk 

larger than Elon Musk 

It’s when you think you are free 

that you will always see me 

She came down from the heavens 

when I was five past twenty-seven 

Time is never a congestion 

Though late, it was my revelation 

And I deem you play your role 

Let it be called divine rock and roll 

You are dressed as the groom 

but you are the page boy in the room  

When you start a family, 

it will be my tree 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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