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Jan 2021
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the switch reveals a hesitation
acted upon with unconscious
awareness as my fist releases
its grip from the door ****

altered yet again by another
iteration, just enough–

i blink each morning into
the mirrors just behind
the surfaces of my eyesβ€”

to rinse and later return
to the place
that burns them...


s jones
2021
08 Jan 2021
Seranaea Jones
Written by
Seranaea Jones
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