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aging

Ageing

You avoid the sun
Etching lines on
Your skin. You are
The artist, not the sun.

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Posted in coping, death, nature, pain, release and tagged age, aging, beauty, decay, haiku, old age, poem, poetry, short poem, skin, womanhood, wrinkles on April 17, 2022 by Bagriella. Leave a comment

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