XI

The creases around your smile mirror the creases around mine.
And with time, I learn them better.
More permanent when I close my eyes.

A shared communion, this reflection.
A joint in the wood.
Some measure of joy.

Let this continue, I ask to whoever is listening.
Let the lines deepen and tomorrow let me recount the stories hidden in them.

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XI

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