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mannequins

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See the faces?

Do you see what I see?

The people are mannequins looking at me.

Plastic and simply empty

They dress themselves in tattered vanity.

Walk you plastic beings

Blend in your well worn skin.

You are empty shells in a halloween costume.

What's the disguise today?

What role will you play?

But no, maybe I'm wrong.

If people are nothing but plastic for clothes to hang on, 

That would make me...



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Well done poem... I like the picture too!

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Thanks a lot. I gained some inspiration in moving from Minnesota to Las Vegas. Just walking the streets, you see people wearing around different skins trying to fit in. But, that applies to all kinds of cities, even little old Austin, Mn.

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