sweet age she nestles between the folds of my skin
the blurred mirror tells my tales
eyes dark yellow swamp colored crystalline with dew
tears they have emotion encoded through the years
my lips pucker and it’s my grandmother who i see eye brows raised a little my mother stares at me
and when the scrutiny of French soap is through only a jaundiced blush peeks on my face
reminders of past lovers’ livid strikes
youth you silly delirium pills spirits powders and glues substitutes for reality during a time when lies were truths
aged lady time i have always loved you a dumb girl Don Juan begging for you be merciful old girl my bones are soft and wine however fine was rarely a comfort
this hill of mine beloved of Fante and i oh do you remember the sliding down rolling banshees trust fund empties
ah i talk too much i have been dying since Eve’s creation was not being born the original abomination
time please cloak that mirror i don’t want to be trapped in my memory of wiping bloody sorrow from my face and from the face of my mothers
time can i ever forgive myself
words less spoken 
what a beautiful gentle poem.
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Thank you so much friend and thank you for visiting XOXO
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Always a pleasure
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There’s a softness in your words along with expressions of melancholia. Beautifullly written, mb and thank you for participating.
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Thank you dear friend it was tough to write but it feels good xo
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❤️
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Thank you friend
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Big love to you
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Likewise friend xoxo
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Thank you and hugs xo
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oh my, this is exceptional, i loooved reading this, captivating writing
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Thank you so very much friend and thank you for visiting
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my pleasure
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Lovely!
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Thanks so much friend for reading and visiting XO
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You are welcome, dear.
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“time can i ever forgive myself”
I hope so.
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Thanks for reading and visiting friend X
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Loved it.
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Time takes no prisoners and self-forgiveness is (in my case at least) a work-in-progress.
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