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Glass eyes,

no soul

Dead inside 

Is it alive?

Replaced,

raped

into existence

Continually copied

over and over again

A copy of a copy 

The image quality gets worse and worse

Fuzzy

& distorted

The original long dead

What you see is but a sketch

Discarded into the pile of bodies

when it expires like milk

And the process starts all over again