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Nov 2020
we wear the faces of those we love,
like glove of lovers mask,
we bask in their aura and are left unfamiliar with our old faces,
but trace a new etch by way of nuance and gest impressed by their forms and the love they express.
Quiet
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Quiet
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   Pietra Stone
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