Senility (NaPoMo 3)

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age was just a number
added to the register
on her skin,
forming layers of memories,
locked and pushed away.

her fingers bled
silent laughter
and echoes of spilled tears
as the pen
bled longing into canvas of life.

she slowly
kept aside her wisdom
and smiled;
despite the melody
of a distant promise.

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