May 29, 2018
summer retreats through my window spilling onto my floor, bringing light into an otherwise dark room i can see everything in its finest details the window is smudged and is in need of a cleaning the trees behind, splitting the sun i stare into the vanity every line and crevice and dimple and crease and bag is instantly noticeable i hate it scarcely do i recognize the entity who stares back at me he seems distant, that person couldn’t be me it scares me, to be completely honest i close the curtain darkness swallows my room and now summer retrears
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