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Wrinkles

My eyes resemble the bottom of a well
echoing, rarely answering
I have hairy legs which I never shave
elevating my body as if suspended in space
space I put to good use
molding, then shaping a labyrinth,
that you try to escape
for reasons I can’t imagine

Feel me drawing closer
you hide those wrinkles of fear
but vanity is futile, and I am very near

So you banish me, quick,
with an angry frown
and turn this mirror face-down

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