You are

The silly things, the swooning giggles,
the porcelained shoulders,

the sharp and wounded dorkness,
the mirroring response
as from a dark, deep lake,

a perfume never bottled,
the mattress deformation,

the sight lost in a riddle,
the persevering books,
a movement forward, undecided,
like scouting the quotidian abyss

again and different
what I was, what I will be

The End

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