Un Bel Di
One fine day
your face will crumble,
until you hardly recognize it.
The very walls which you live within
may seem to judge you,
everything you have collected
around you
will seem to be just
the collateral damage
of your mind.
Some or all
of those you had once known
will drift away day by day,
unless of course you die before
having had to face this truth.
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