Living Corpse
I stand in front of the mirror to see how I look when I sleep I look different - like a corpse but the flesh is still alive a finger moves ribs moving up and down I am the same as I though my senses do not belong to me maybe I'm sleeping because the lips in the mirror moves my friendly voice says: you look like a corpse
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