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Jan 2018
old
here
today
now
looking
who is this i see
me
this image
it is'nt
what i am used to
seeing
it's me
yes
but a
distorted image
of who
i know i am
sloping
wrinkles
cavernous spaces
where i know
a smooth terrain
is supposed to be
the disappointment
i feel
is expected
but i am unprepared
for the inevitable
that has come.
old, a word i've avoided far too long
it has grasped me by the throat
and has refused to let go...
susan
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susan  chicago
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