Numerous Sips

Riding on the wheel of my day is dull

walking each step by bare foot is raw,
Looking, which I stand before myself

Washing my face, the mirror shows me

Liquid drips,

hugging at the tip of my chin

From the earlier, my head pulses

reflecting on numerous sips

 

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