章節 57: Opposites as day and night; yet still the same
Truth -
the realist;
a tickle on my back,
that my blunt nails scratch,
and
possibly the grease in my roots,
by days old showers;
nothing really new.
False -
the dreamiest;
a scar on my back,
that my needled nails perfect,
and
possibly the crease in my roots,
by freshly scent showers;
something really old.
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