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Updated on March 29, 2017

I fade into you

and you become young.

You look back at me,

those eyes so blue,

and I am won.

You smile at me

and tiny lines take form.

You care for me;

those lines

become my home.

When we must part

those lines will deepen.

Wrinkles they've become,

my home so dear;

I would not leave them.

You look for me

when I am not here.

Listen to the echoes

of your wrinkles,

for I am there.


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