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Some people's faces never fucking change
You look at them and are reminded of
A dozen years ago. It feels so strange,
Having moved on, and, one might think, above
Such harsh remembrance, to jerk back again
Into the past. I wonder if their mirrors
Always remind them of a passing then
And act as subtle, automatic jeerers
Saying they are not what they were, and yet
Look just the same - or do they think they age,
Willing themselves to forcibly forget
How they once looked - still look - and so engage
Themselves with now despite their unchanged faces?
Or do they wonder why our looks bear traces?