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End of scene.
I know you think I see you,
but I'm not watching anymore.
The numb place fascinates,
waiting for pain to invade, tears, anything,
like staring into an empty mirror,
waiting for my image to reappear.
One fears forgetfulness
like the silence
of a white thigh bone
on the lawn.
I know you think I see you,
but I'm not watching anymore.
The numb place fascinates,
waiting for pain to invade, tears, anything,
like staring into an empty mirror,
waiting for my image to reappear.
One fears forgetfulness
like the silence
of a white thigh bone
on the lawn.
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