The Child wails
Somewhere beyond what you see
He is
There
--
Everyone is
Beyond what we see
.
The mirror is busted
We are alone
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The mother moans
The prostituted century
.
The winners and the losers
& the children-- we

Beyond what we see
We are
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We know "to look"
But it has become
Easier to just not care

Idley written poetry!
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New York City
Dreams are dead
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A child wails

Is it you or is it me?