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Mar 2020
Your worn, dry face with crow’s feet and the
Deepest lines etched in your forehead like a
Curved, carved segment of stone that was
Eroded by too much wind and sun without
Sunscreen when you should have
Smeared it on to protect your
Skin that’s now showing an age that
Doesn’t match mine.
Heather
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   Carlo C Gomez
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