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Jul 2020
As the creeping doubt
Draws shadows of trees
Onto my mind’s canvas,
I silently look away,
Wishing the water’s reflection
Could distract me.

Rippling across the surface;
Distorting what I see.
The inkwell’s matte mirror
Changing what I’m to be.
I’m tired. And a bit sad. But who cares? At least I’m writing it out.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
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