Xerox faces staring back at me.
White walls mocking tranquility.
Chrome reflections morph the truth.
Scientists promise the fountain of youth.
Surgical steel and a rubber glove.
Bright lights grant halos from above.
Rushed into the quiet room.
The cleanliness of comatose doom.
From the world of plastic.
Copied expressions and stretched elastic.
White light and humming to calm the mind.
Lobotomies and pleasantries strangle mankind.
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