My sleeping beauty goes
Passing by on clicking wheels
Underneath florescent lighting
Embedded into the ceiling.
Unanswered even still
Paling lips shout answers to the ceiling
But, the masked man hears her not.
A man dressed black
Sitting at the edge of the steel table
His lips stitched so long ago
He isn’t from the now
Keep hawked words from the light
But does my sleeping beauty hear them still?
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