under sun she soaks rays

ultra violet for an old skin,

back's bare, bronzed sad,

ancient the state we're in

young flesh moves nearby

brash rampant limbs shout:

hey! we can do this forever

our bodies know no doubt

we were just like that once

where did all our years go?

why do we lean or shuffle?

is it her, moving so slow?

the white mane annoys me

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