Not everything in the world needs dealing with.
The silver line on the side of his cheek
Reminded me of something
A justification
Lost among identities
The casual existence of senses
And the availability of a solid judgement
Conforming irrelevances
Continued piling up perceptions
Continued piling up perceptions
Against pillars of truth
But,
I can still see the silver line
I can still see the silver line
Among reflections.
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