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Nov 2020
My face is a study in cheekbones and shadows
And still
I remember a time when I felt at peace
Before my eyes grew distant
I was softer, fuller of colour and life
My smile, my pout, my laugh
Are a remnant of lost days
Now I paste them over too-sharp eyes
And a stiff jaw
Feeling hideously unnatural
An imposter in my own skin
To save myself
I withdrew from myself
I think
I have been away for too long
Written by
Sarah Crisp  F
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