May I borrow your face?
May I wear it over mine like a mask?
May I masquerade with your wardrobe,
and shake hands with your favorite clients?
May I borrow a piece of your voice,
and store it in a bottle,
and drink it in,
and vomit out your words like they were mine to begin with?
May I?
Could I?
Can I?
Will I?
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