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give me laugh lines and wrinkles

i want proof of the jokes we shared

engrave the lines into my face like

the roots of a tree that grow deeper

with each passing year

i want sunspots as souvenirs

for the beaches we laid on

i want to look like i was 

never afraid to let the world

take me by the hand

and show me what it's made of

i want to leave this place knowing

i did something with my body

other than trying to

make it look perfect


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