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oh something's wrong
sure enough

my hair will grow no longer
my eyes blink in the mirror
as a steady trickle of nose-blood flows
down my cheek's trough

no reflection
no glimmer not even a shadow shows
one foot in the dawn
on leg in the great beyond

hear the wail of pale music
distant and indistinct
take a timid step forward
out of time my skin begins to shrink

does relief come created in the colors
a palate of blurred violet hues
the waters rush-wash over me
the drone dullard human voices
become the winged annoyance of flies

less far less
the poor lost world no longer
comes through


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