Zombie zombie can't you see, that image looking back is me.
Those dead eyes, not dead but dying, no recognition but it's me I see.
Wave my hand, zombie zombie too, why do you copy what I do?
I blink at you, and you at me, opposites the same.
With a sigh I turn to leave, but you don't wait,
you turn away - but the emptyness in your eyes did stay.
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