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Mara’s Selfie-facing
My teeth are too old to say ‘cheese’
They hobble like tombstones awry
Whenever I grin
I hide them within
The photographers understand why
My mouth is too old to say ‘prunes’
The close-up would make me look old
The lines round my lips
Like a solar eclipse
You can see every crevice and fold
My eyes are too old to look coy
You like them or not, either way
Just know I’m aware
The wrinkles are there
I don’t mind, what the hell, it’s okay
I’ve still got my get-up-and-go
In my face are the places I’ve been
And now I can say
What I’ve learned on the way:
More important to see than be seen
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