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I remember seeing you,
What do you see in the periphery?Who’s sleeping there in the park?Do you walk blind past those on the streets,struggling in front of…
a half-lit golden neon crossglows eerily in the fogfloating high over city streets;half burning, half in darkness.
Emotionless goggles, blinding people, monochrome worlds faked into multi-color screens…
I look into human eyesand close my heart.