. by Guadalupe S P

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Oct 2020

there is no guilt in the worn tares of imperfection
there is no need to fold the cloth in such a manner that hides them; I see them with quiet love-filled eyes

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Guadalupe S P 32/Los Angeles, CA

(32/Los Angeles, CA)

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