Lonely people
are the only ones who notice those who were meant to be beautiful.
Those who lost their faces to other faces.
Mouths give way to twitches
and pulls.
Salty streaks crease and fold
an ocean of origami eyes.
Can't find a loose edge
to peel back
to the first page.
Crepe and print
tell a story not needing to be heard.
Only the lonely people listen.
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