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The lines that age
is all too soon intent
to etch and craze upon my hands and face
are ones that shall, I know, appear to me
(but still surprisingly
and so against my will)
in mirrors I have yet to pass.
is all too soon intent
to etch and craze upon my hands and face
are ones that shall, I know, appear to me
(but still surprisingly
and so against my will)
in mirrors I have yet to pass.
Published 14th May 2021
| Edited 15th May 2021
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