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They stare out at you from forgotten eyes
their mouths moving quietly and uttering blame
as hate for you and all that you’ve done
you’ll feel to end, your mind wanting to run.
I counted many the time I went.
In a tall window their faces bent
and curved around like a painted frown
like one could find on a clown.
These are the faces of the people you’ve lost.
The ones you envisioned and the ones that cost
you heartache and longing for months on end
your thoughts of goodbye up to mercy you’d send.
But no, here they are clawing at the window
down in the Lore Wipe, life becomes bitter
than anything that could’ve sparked the idea
to share a midnight somewhere but here.