I dreamed
about someone
I see once in awhile.
Not
a friend. Just
some man.
But
in my dream
his skin
had thinned,
his hair gone
gray, and he looked
fragile.
I don't
even know him,
really.
So why was I crying
when
I woke
with the hands of an
old woman
twisted
in the sheets?
Man who stole a coworker's identity for 30 years had his victim jailed
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Matthew Keirans met William Woods at a hotdog cart in the late 1980s, stole
his identity, and lived as him for roughly th...
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