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Mar 2015
There are lines under my eyes,
not the dark circles ,though there are those.
little lines.
creating bits of ever adding wear and tear, the kind of tiny things you wouldn't notice unless you looked at a face every day.
smile lines on either side of my nose, that one grey hair in my beard.
these are ticks on a clock and there's no one to watch and pass the time with me.
David Crum
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David Crum  detroit
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   --- and Wanderer
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