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She sits, she waits
staring with a
frozen look of horror
A ghost, she sees
We're ghosts
We float along
these shiny floors
She shuffles over,
She stumbles over,
She stutters over her words
Switching chairs, she watches
Switching chairs, she waits
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Uncertain steps,
careless of her loose shoelace
Backwards, forwards
The edge and back
She stares as if the next tile is
just
a
mirage
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Puzzle, mazes, lines and lines
Mouth wide open
the ink spills out
Crooked, blotted perfect
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"Me too," he says
Me too.
An overdose for both of us
Such pretty poison we ingest
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Brows knitted, he props his chin
with wrinkled hands
Reflecting, replaying,
he hides his face
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Blue, ever-watchful eyes
We cannot wander
We cannot live
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Lovely, lovely, where are you now?
I miss your face, your smile, your laugh
Lovely, lovely, how can I survive?
When nothing here is lovely at all
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