daily wash
night seems too kind
to deign proper knowing
by face masks and sour milk
but it’s 2 a.m. and
I am still reeling
from the abruptness of
faith’s end, realizing that
sleep is not so forgiving --
complexion not so replenished.
dreaming of my loss,
wishing bare-faced, anew.
(photo via smitten)
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