Face

This is my face,
I know it well,
it's features true,
it's battles won.

These are my lines,
my war torn scars;
each tells a truth,
a lie, a shoot.

I figure one day
my eyes will fade,
no more to roam
the wander haze.

So now I sit
and take in bliss,
for this is all
and I am his.

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