There are lines and hairs
And wrinkles around stares
Rimmed with black pits
Of unsleeping darkness
Keeping us awake
As we shuffle through
Our rancid stew
Of memories traded and faded
And bladed until the pieces
Refuse to fit together.
When I look in the mirror
I see myself sleeping in the daytime.
I don't see a stranger but I see
Someone else who is turning
Into me
Piece by
Piece by
Piece.
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