| I see their face in the mirror suit, a hazy image in a sea of noise
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| Formations fixed and dimming, shapes slowly shifting
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| Into a metal model display
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| Insight is failing, she’s lost control
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| As a new dawn fades, she breaks apart
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| Minutes like decades, this day seems without an end
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| Even trees in winter never looked so sad
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| A sparkling in the window pane, a hidden glimmer of the timid pain
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| Reflections blurred by fumes
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| Non-stop passers-by come and go from yesterday
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| They’re all awake with unsounded words
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| Reposed in faux of life’s splendour
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| Some bright translation errors reset the time and scene
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| I’m versed enough to know they always sleep |