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With eyes covered in steel,
You stare back at me.
Without the thick gray wall,
What is one to see?

Perhaps only nothing,
Behind the wall being,
The same cold emptiness,
Nothing worth try of seeing.

Perhaps there is some life,
Enough worth a small peek,
But if you had even that much,
Then why do you not speak?



I wish that I could go to a different universe just to get away from the world sometimes. Ah well, books are the next best thing.