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Looking in the mirror tonight I am 24 years old I don't know what to make of myself Pointed chin, seashell ears, hair wet and arcing forwards from my shower I'm wondering about my 25th year; will it be a year of wonders, a golden year? My left eye says no It's distrustful, mirrored and shuttered so all you get back is yourself endlessly There's a siren and a dog howling counterpoint: seems omenish My right eye looks more hopeful, like it'll wink conspirationally at any moment Better to have a star for an eye than the moon, anyday.
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 6:54 AM UTC
Turning 25/Why I shouldn't read sci-fi/Thankyou Cloud Atlas
Looking in the mirror tonight I am 24 years old I don't know what to make of myself Pointed chin, seashell ears, hair wet and arcing forwards from my shower I'm wondering about my 25th year; will it be a year of wonders, a golden year? My left eye says no It's distrustful, mirrored and shuttered so all you get back is yourself endlessly There's a siren and a dog howling counterpoint: seems omenish My right eye looks more hopeful, like it'll wink conspirationally at any moment Better to have a star for an eye than the moon, anyday.
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 6:54 AM UTC
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