They looked into the eyes of that photograph

and saw right through them to the backdrop 

of marbleized suede every kid had to.

"Why Mr. Dujkei, it's you!"

Next moment, he was gone.

 After that, silence, again.

Where am I?

That doesn't matter.

Wait!!!

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Sunday, November 17- 

I am alone,

         but i never saw me... NOT like this. 

I smoked another cigar.

I get it from peers or from just thinking

about the possibility of a negative result.

I'm regaining consciousness,

only to figure out that everything has changed.