It's a rather flat world
I live in
Not one has
two faces in it
What goes on
behind the smiles
all the intent,
all the guile
remains ever
the unknown,
undrawn,
unpainted
With roots in the past
I may survive to see posterity yet
Even though I am
always present and present
Time has forgotten
to touch my age
I am not a mirror
of anyone's fate
just a portrait
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