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Staring At a Freckle

Staring at a freckle
Misunderstanding her power
Deleting my feeble attempt at happiness
I sigh at my self-imposed, self-indulgent lunacy

who cares?
No one
A beauty mark in some circles
not considered a blemish at all.
Crazy feelings entertained freely by me 
which mean nothing

I pointedly ignore the freckle
the rest of my life...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 8/5/2019 8:10:00 PM
Good idea, the older you get, the more they attach themselves to you.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 8/6/2019 5:01:00 AM
I am so full of beauty marks I thought they were woodticks.

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