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Reflections I image that
Behind the red curtain, the stage of her mind,
And piles of nails and dusty things, there's a kind of
generator
And I
imagine that instead of bitterness and rust,
her head is full of gears, and
she is a machine, she is an
automaton, if you will
her heart, a mechanical ticking,
her lungs,
traces of what should be there,
gallows, apparatuses,
shallow from believing that dreaming isn't
just a feeling
her hazel eyes
are the only things truly alive, but now
they fade to blackened orbs
her legs
are not covered but fixated
to whatever she thinks this remedy will heal
I thought
I knew, but it's like she's
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