These Are People
These are people?
These are people.
On the television.
I need redundance
To remind myself
I surmise my sight
Perceives wraith’s
I peer through them
Clean glass onions
Fermenting the soup
Soaking up malleable
Lonely hearts breaking
Like glass that melts
In the quiescent horizon
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