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May 2017
I am astounded
when I notice
the way a face changes
over the course of the first day;
the lines softening
each freckle becoming familiar.

Suddenly
this face means something
holds so much warmth;
no longer the cold portrait of a stranger.

Always,
you become more beautiful
the more you open your heart up to me,
Juniper-Mae Gittens
Written by
Juniper-Mae Gittens  West Coast of B.C.
(West Coast of B.C.)   
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