Labyrinths

My tears draw a maze on my

Face, yet no one can

Reach its true core of

Melancholy… While they dry I

Think of life and mortality. I think about

How ephemeral salt and water

Can be. How delicate and

Meaningless my days

Have been…

.

Threads of labyrinths dry,

Yet

Sadness

Lingers

.

My maze is invisible to

Others, but many versions of myself are lost

In it

.

ML

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