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Facial

It is not me.
My wrinkles, my sunken eyes, mistrusted frames all are the
magical works of divine time
neately knitted with the golden and silvery threads
embroidered in sophistry;
The old lady of the moon always with a smiling face
weaving but with a pitiless hand.
Sinking a face within a face.
A mirror within a mirror.
Even i can't recognize me
-a pure deception.
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