Ode to the Faithful

Wake to see your face
Familiar in reflected panes
Judged by the light from nearby shades
And their familiar wanes

Anguish and agonise
While in queue at your local manufactory
Their hues won’t hold notes of authenticity
And can’t betray a warm opacity

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