What you see in puddles

The cars all got their wipers on,
spraying the streets with ideas on there minds,
and when it rains, I'm slipping,
slurping her tears off the ground,
with a ten foot long straw, attached to a nostril
So much to see, in a world in a world, that's easily
still, still like the morning air that used to clog her eyes
As I tipped my hat, to the gentleman passing by
I noticed a mirror, and I had changed

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