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He stands alone,
the morning crowd hurries by.
He stands with staring eyes,
fixed on storefront window.
He stands motionless,
paralyzed his mind swims.
A misty flurry of images,
are they missing memories?
A darken imagination runs wild,
his mind swims in the flurry of images .
He stands unnoticed,
unknown people rush by.
People rush through him.,
Layers peel away .
Disappearance now complete,
lost in your world.
This world he no longer inhabits.
Where only his likeness remains.
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