5.12.24
The seasons change with my bedsheets.
Today, I act before I think.
The weather is too warm now to leave the dishes in the sink.
I worry, then I act.
The kettle is boiling.
My hair is getting too long.
I do not know what I carry.
Who brought me here and why?
I look in the mirror.
Today, my face is still my face.
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