Return to the mines

Black dust settles into the lines of your smile

Contrasted lines, pale and discordant

I run my fingers over them

Leaving trails of fingerprints

Outlining squiggles

Sometimes words

Each one unique as we wash off the sins of yesterday

Soap bubbles and hot water

Somehow refreshing

Enough to face the day tomorrow

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