Sepia
Have you ever noticed she said to me
As a slow smile started across her face
The type that takes awhile to develop
The kind that starts as a slow lift
At the corner of a mouth
Before it finally reaches the eyes
Though hers never did
Have you ever noticed in old photos
How the sepia tones smooth everything out
How it softens the lines
How it mellows the rough edges
Even if their clothes were dirty and torn
Their faces weary and worn
The sepia evens it out, softens it
We see them stuck in amber
Like a mosquito in a museum
Dying turned into beauty
She lifted her glass to the light
Looking through the shot of whiskey
Everything looks better in sepia
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