exhaustion settles in and I am left staring at a mirrorless reflection I count all of the imperfections make corrections with willow branches and cattails pack little wooden boxes with my mistakes trying to quiet curled chatter at the end of this monotonous circle my thoughts are washed away like there were never there in the first place and it feels like i have never held any words emptiness hides behind my eyes fallow laughs drop by routine my head is bleached but I can still see the stains.Birth sign: Gemini
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