a thin man

He was a thin man, with sad eyes.

I am shifting vices. 

I change 

I vomit at prices

I am something strange.
They secretly don’t know which twin I am. 

Dinner tables for class. 

Everybody sharing. 

Running and analysis-

A phone buzzed. 

” don’t even know what I am”

Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.

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