Or more so than it’s ever been.
It now contains such glaring veins
I wonder what, beneath, remains.
A
little scratch will soon dispatch
A tiny bit of blood to catch
Which won’t impede but will succeed
In adding worry I don’t need.
A tiny bit of blood to catch
Which won’t impede but will succeed
In adding worry I don’t need.
Another
page regarding age
Reminds me that I’m at the stage
When more and more, what lies in store
Is not the me I was before.
Reminds me that I’m at the stage
When more and more, what lies in store
Is not the me I was before.
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