Hedy Habra: Topography
Sometimes I think my face is a map,
each line a faint record of hidden scars,
of what I’ve seen or felt.
September 16, 2019 · 1 Comment
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Sometimes I think my face is a map,
each line a faint record of hidden scars,
of what I’ve seen or felt.