Ancient

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A face full of wrinkles,

Bright, crazy eyes,

That burn my soul,

Eyes filled with gratitude,

For my surrendered seat,

Eyes filled with anger,

For her decrepitude,

Eyes filled with regret,

For a life's mistakes,

The silence lasts an age, and then

"Thank you"

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