Markers
Look what happened to our lives
now that we’re old
moulded by time an events,
choices we made,
paths we took,
how the hell we got here.
You can read a person’s face
like the rings of a tree, not just
their age but also their story.
People are very nice to me.
Sometimes they just come up
to me and say: “I’m sorry.”
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