Does your face contort itself
When reflection does appear
Does the harsh familiar world
Confirm entire fears.
Do you seem to know that girl
With ragged locks so torn
Or does she seem so far away
Deserted and forlorn.
Did you leave an empty shell
A carcass of a soul,
Did you say you’ll see her soon
And leave her no extol.
Did you see her waste away
Did you see her weep,
Did you see her stare blankly back
Did you see her sleep.
Did you see her there at all
Did you see an empty room
Did you see her standing torn
Did you see her filled with gloom.
For these questions are yet for you
To ponder in your dream
To swallow you in every step
Are you all you seem.
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