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written by: Robert Allen



Ten years on a photo of me
in the desert, laughing with what
looks like joy. I remember faking it
like calling into work sick when you’re just tired.
Blue sorrow etched deep into my forehead.
My smile rises in dark repose.
And you can almost touch my mouth,
sad and quiet as an inert star.

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