I don't recognize
the shadows under my eyes
the lines by my lips
I know the stretch marks
my apostrophes for cheeks
the scar from a fall
wearing a grimace
I'd look to see whose,
but the sadness in my eyes
can't get close enough
the shadows under my eyes
the lines by my lips
I know the stretch marks
my apostrophes for cheeks
the scar from a fall
I laugh at myself
as white hairs peek through red dye
springing up like weeds
a skeleton leaps out
a visage reflecting lightwearing a grimace
I'd look to see whose,
but the sadness in my eyes
can't get close enough
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