Invisible

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Locked away in the forgotten attic

People do not know you.

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They can name your favorite color,

They know surface details, sure.

 

You are left to collect

Musk and dust;

 

A lack of human contact;

An inability to reach out.

 

You watch the world go by

Through the window,

 

Stuck inside,

Sat on the bench beside it.