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While sitting in a small, dimly-lit coffee shop, my eye is caught by a small decorative pillow sulking in the corner on a long wooden bench.
I remember the screams
Of my youngest sister as she tried to sleep. Whose screams
Concealed hushed, conspiring whispers. I remember too the leaves that swallowed
Isn't it funny how
The ones that have
Affection for you
Try to or
Say they enjoy
The same things as you -
Storms or
Pie or
Rock 'n' Roll -
And then say
They always liked
Hi I'm here to tell you a story A story about me Or you Or him Or her Or those two over there Or the ones walking behind me Hi I'm here to tell you that We are alike I'm here to tell you that blood flows through my veins Sharp objects can
Looking into the mirror
The reflection is that of self-realisation
A being who has strived
