Face
Sedated in a worried state, he awaits for the promise.
Borrowed time ticks away the waves of today, waves forgotten.
Repetition has infected his rumination, the waves wash water onto a cloudy shore.
Reflections.
Reflections that mask his biological being, beginning with his face.
It is going nowhere, here to remain, lost on the cloudy shore.
Don't dare look upon it.
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