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My Nose Is Growing Old

Yup.
A long lazy September look
in the mirror
says it's true:
I'm 31
and my nose is growing
old.
It starts about
an inch
below the bridge
and strolls geriatrically
down
for another inch or so:
stopping.
Fortunately, the rest
of the nose is comparatively

źródło: All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace

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