Young Faces

by clippedtrust · 13/12/2025
Published 13/12/2025 13:50

New room,

new words,

not mine.

My ear strains.


Their faces,

smooth,

like river stones.

No lines.


My hand rests.

A ridge of vein,

a slight map

under the skin.

The room moves on.

#alienation #impermanence #outsider #youth

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