pink cherry (Remove filter)
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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
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
...Thursday 3rd June 2021 1:05 pm
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