I Know Your Face

I have met you before–
In a previous life, perhaps;
Yes, we were well-acquainted.

‘Twas I who created thee,
Or so I once thought,
But I found you in perpetuum.

For though I formed thee,
I employed eternal matter for clay
And lay no claim to originality.

Thou bringest to life my story
Even as I develop your own
With pen and paper and whisky.

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