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Jan 2023
My eyes,
They always betray me
When I run down the
Uncanny valley

Your smiles,
They mean nothing to me
While I'm going through
What is left to see

Your thoughts,
Are walls that I can't touch
A prison for my words
Where I don't know much

Your names,
They never stay around
Loud ideas of noise
You shared and then drowned

Your eyes,
They always betray me
I confuse your dreams
With what I should see
Amazingly typical
Written by
Cognitive Conflict  29/M/France
(29/M/France)   
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