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May 2
So amusing was it to see
All these faces smiling at me—
Gaunt faces echoing me—
Dancing with restless chagrin.

All these echoes grinning at me,
Constantly unsettling me,
Peering ever down at me,
Searching from outside within.

Swaying— with repugnant glee.
Brandishing— a pound of flesh.
The consequence— separate reality?
Written by
Isaace
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