For days I've looked at you in your smile, the little quiver before I know it's a smile, the softness of your lips just after.
I've wandered along your scars and laugh lines, up and down the nose, that turns the opposite way of mine.
I pass a mirror, the one I stand before when I brush my teeth, and it all looks the same, yet I recognize a young girl who once couldn't imagine to be a woman at my age.
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