Ella Pitt - fragility

Eleven thirty seven,
Seven hours, more seconds.
It's futile when I'm alone
but today is Friday.
When mirrors become friends
And my eyes theirs!
Do you trace the earth scales
Of my being with the same
Filter?
It is just a filter.
Breathe?
Breathing.

Ella Pitt

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