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By heartSong Date: 2011 Dec 14 Comment on this Work [[2011.12.14.14.51.14472]] |
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I have these crinkles these small little wrinkles at the corners of my eyes a road map of years the path of my tears an expression of ectasy some moments of fears how can I be offended by these signs of time when I've earned every single one? They are not meet with sneers or contempt but often with the softness of your warm gentle kiss. |