A Picture’s Worth
Sam Rasnake
a 1,000 looks I never saw
This must have been
a good year Wish I could
remember
The eyes say beauty is
in the heavy silence And
the mirror my accomplice
my telling
What I carry to the grave
You can be so busy creating
it becomes your only
living No
future only past A pawn of
thin shadows for a life without
certainty You have no
final say
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