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Get Real Close

Get real close
And you can see
The lines, and spots
The wrinkles, and scars
The salt and pepper
And all those
Scattered plot points

These raw details
Yours to define

Sometimes they frame
A tired smile;
It’s all in the eyes
That sometimes
Lose the pretense
And spill out happiness

This face
Perhaps one
Of thousands I’ve worn
Shows me reflecting
All condensed
In this form
Is it new
Or is it some of all
Who were before?
The mirror still frowns
Before I do…

Get real close
And you can see
What might appear
To be
The real me