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Jan 2018
i make faces at myself in the mirror and i think
"i love my wrinkles"
they add more detail to the story
i stare at myself in the mirror and embrace
"i am growing"
a delicate ******* flower
blossomed, plucked and hung to dry
no i can not turn back time
but shells left behind are still beautiful
Rose
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     Jenovah
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