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[o_olive_i_live]

the mirror was peppered with a confetti of toothpaste sputterings. i stared at the charcoal wedges beneath my eyes and piled my hair on top of my head, careful to tuck each strand of hair securely into the tie. i spread the exfoliating beads across my face, creating concentric circles and increasing the intensity with each cycle of my fingers.
when

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[thalamic]

That's poetry. :)