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May 2018
I wore my past
Like a pallid memoir

Anguish carved
Into the corners of my
Eyes

And the creases
Of my forehead
Are etched
in a Reckless cursive

And their words
Read as a letter
To the ingΓ©nue
Lover I used to
Be
Sarah Gray Isenberg
Written by
Sarah Gray Isenberg  Joshua Tree, CA
(Joshua Tree, CA)   
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