A man called I
woke up
surrounded
by
empty speech bubbles.
"What is this?" I tried to say.
That too was silenced.
I was scared.
"Which is mine?" I tried to think.
That too was erased.
-an idea borrowed from my short story 'Thoughts of a man called I'
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/02/thoughts-of-man-called-i_23.html
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