My watch reminds me of a submerged
mirror,
Containing a smooth ivory wrist,
A mirror reflecting
My mind
And
My heart.
Emotion…
What is that?
My eyes resemble a mood-lit
Studio,
False pretenses and shining pearls…
On the surface.
Sunny disposition,
Only on the visible side.
Two weeks without a feeling…
Everything and everyone…
Floating down a river.
Look the same,
Sound the same.
Driven silence,
Hate for all.

 
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