portrait
portrait at the mall i sat on a folding chair; shoppers stopped to watch the old man portraymy face on soft, aqua paper with pastels, he drew me prettier than i was at seventeen. abused by a hailstorm leak, left with tear stained cheeks; like myself, she has not well withstood the ravages of life. ©tlp 2010
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