Her face touches,
the cold glass
window pane
she realizes it's too
late already
looking outside,
at the moving objects
slowly each lined one after
the other
trying to remember
each piece of herself.
She tries to blink,
her tears
away
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
down helplessly,
searching for h e r s e l f
at the girl whom,
she sees
staring back.
-
Trying to touch
her,
slowly disappearing
with the moving
objects one
at
a
time
as they slowly
s-n-a-t-c-h,
everything which
she has
had.
-
Her head,
leaning against the
window
breathing softly
murmuring words
to herself
she know's its too
late already
yet,
looking outside
searching for
that girl,
who she herself was
once.
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