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Grimacing

by The Black Bile

One More Week Gone In A Blink.
Stares Off Reflection…….
Am I Still The Same?
It Reflects The Grimacing.
I Think My Nightmares
Are Trying To Prepare Me.
Anticipating My Bones
Before They Mold,
One Day Wake-Up Old.
I’m A Week Today.
Never’s A Blink Away.
I Think In Nightmares……..
Am I Still The Sane?
It Reflects The Grimacing.

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