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Saturday, February 16, 2008

Freckles


It was after the toilet incident, rinsing out my mouth, that I realized freckles are the sun’s way of saying, “I have been here,” and burst blood vessels look very much like freckles and declarations of love. Sun spots and age, wizened with utmost care. Unfortunately for me, sickness fades and once again I am reduced to twelve specks of darkened brown, mirroring each other on their respective sides (smaller in size-) and merriment, less crowded, seems so far from here.


I always wanted freckles...

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