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Gift of Sight

The freckles across her unknown face Were like stars kissing her cheeks And I was envious of them. The scars across her tired legs Like a map showing me each place Her mind has ever been. Her weary chest a living urn Holding ashes of which I have learned Are from her love now dead. The smile sweet upon her lips Fake as the words on an actors script But few will ever know that truth. The liquid drowning her bright eyes 'Ever ignored like time passing by Now finally I can see her. -ARI

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Date: 3/7/2015 1:53:00 PM
To get to know what is beneath the beautiful..Makes one ponder if one can love the other for who she/he is.I love your poems,They make me ask and need to know more.
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Ari Ing
Date: 3/7/2015 1:56:00 PM
Thank you so very Charmine! I absolutely appreciate your kind comments!