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What is true is this...
...An itch in my eye
The sterile white glare of the library lights
My fingernails that have grown too long, unsightly
The desk obscuring a woman walking past, the tan clip in her blonde hair
Shuffling footsteps in heavy boots
A lemur landing lanyard peeking out of a courrier bag
My vision blurring at the edges because I'm not wearing my glasses
My inner homunculus silently scaling a cliff of despair, from which she'll jump off again to repeat ad infinitum
A sigh from across the room
...An itch in my eye
The sterile white glare of the library lights
My fingernails that have grown too long, unsightly
The desk obscuring a woman walking past, the tan clip in her blonde hair
Shuffling footsteps in heavy boots
A lemur landing lanyard peeking out of a courrier bag
My vision blurring at the edges because I'm not wearing my glasses
My inner homunculus silently scaling a cliff of despair, from which she'll jump off again to repeat ad infinitum
A sigh from across the room