these times
my bathroom after shower
smells of oranges and ice
the floor is cold under the feet
I put the slippers on
I brush my hair
a hundred times
the mirror stares back coldly
I go out and meet the world
walk these streets among you
all the sad, lonely people
in these strange times
stare back coldly
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