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Here |
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Upon these ghostly shadows |
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Of men and women |
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There are no smiles |
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Singly |
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They mingle |
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With the greyness of the walls |
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And at strange angles |
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They travel on |
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To nowhere |
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Each a nucleus |
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Of sadness and despair |
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Small |
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Or no conversation |
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Passes their cigarette-stained lips |
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They sit |
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The lonely ones |
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Sitting eternally |
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In institutions |
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That have become their eyes |
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That have become their arms |
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Their legs |
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They are empty now |
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Just shells moving back and forth |
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Upon a shore |
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Of some uncharted beach |
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Up steep green hills |
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They linger |
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Like the darkest thoughts |
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That push themselves |
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Into your mind |
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You cannot question them |
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For they will not answer you |
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They |
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Are our deepest fears. |
