Stare into the eyes
whom scan for flaws
There you'll find a gavel
covered in the blood of time
The same time in which
friends once resided
Not even a corpse left
just cold gray walls
Covered in layers of signatures
written in a dull rainbow of sharpies
Each signature contains a hallucination
inspired by memories of painted faces
These memories entice a deep pain
after the attempt of remembering these names
All details are forgotten
These are the eyes
of a recluse
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