Like An Echo

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My breath was like an echo

Bouncing off the walls

The water dripped off my hair

Pinging on the aluminum floor

I wrapped my arms

Against my bare chest

With a shiver

Droplets rained.

I pushed back the memories

Burying them deep away.

From this moment on

I will pretend nothing ever happened today.

My breathing, rasp, was like an echo

Ringing in my eardrums.

 

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Too Good To Be True

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There is no way you are real

Everything you say and feel

Is too good to be true

Just who exactly made you?

There must be a zipper on your bare back

Gears behind your eyelids

Where do you hold your battery pack?

Or do you have to plug into an outlet?

Is there some kind of chip they equipped you with?

Are all your memories fabricated?

There is no way you are real

Everything you say and feel

Is too good be true

Just who exactly made you?