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Jun 2013
There are stories hidden within wrinkles.
Laugh lines of a captivating life,
a forehead ridden with rivers of worry.

I don't bear any branded histories
and lines for you to see.
Do not spit envy at me
as it shouts to the world how
solitary my life has been.

But I have felt.
I expect my insides are lined with
crimson cracks and crevices.
Ayda
Written by
Ayda  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
877
   ---, Amanda Frost and Diane
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