i soap over
my skin, my face
is lathered
below my nose,
around my cheeks,
onto my chin.
and i can see
my eyes in this
mirror, this
reflection of
another day gone,
and one
beginning. i take
the razor and
with slow
deliberate strokes
smooth out and
shave what has
grown when
night was here.
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