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#cosmeticgloss
I am a broken piece Fraudulent in twine The indelicate knot Purposed and shined As a lighthouse in a meadow Misplaced and strange Overlooked and exhausting I've no questions yet Stilled upon the high water lines True smears of stain Pressed for comfort Nearer the base A dry branch without soil No legs nor mind Young, studying the stars I am placed besides, within my grasp as I spin.
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Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 1:42 PM UTC
In Sincere Seconds