Invisible
Lonely teardrops
snake down her cheeks
as she sits alone in a crowd
breaking down the barriers
between life and death
while watching her life's blood
drip slowly down a rusty drainpipe
She falls softly
into the arms of no one
To die scattered on the floor
And the people tread roughly over her
As they make their way to the door
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