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under sun she soaks rays
ultra violet for an old skin,
back's bare, bronzed sad,
ancient the state we're in
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young flesh moves nearby
brash rampant limbs shout:
hey! we can do this forever
our bodies know no doubt
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we were just like that once
where did all our years go?
why do we lean or shuffle?
is it her, moving so slow?
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the white mane annoys me
...Thursday 3rd June 2021 1:05 pm
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