A Tuesday Afternoon

 

You look in the mirror wondering when you’ll expire.

When your words turn to water and your mind turns to white.

As you look in the mirror a little longer and feel the ripples on your forehead and below your eyes.

Where did it go?

Why does it go?

If numbers were created by man then how can time exist?

You look in the mirror wondering why you expire.

You look in the mirror wondering when you’ll expire.

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