A skin that feels borrowed,
a voice that sometimes cracks
with unfamiliar tones.
Mirrors offer shifting landscapes,
a fleeting cast of characters
I try on like costumes,
none quite fitting the soul's contours.
The yearning, a constant hum beneath the surface,
to root somewhere,
to be recognized without explanation,
to find the unspoken language
that binds one heart to another.
Circles form, impenetrable walls of shared history,
of...
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