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Aged With Grace.

Times been tough on you Oooohhhh I know it I can tell The milky stains In your eyes They know too They know more Than I do The air picks Apart your skin The spots on Your bird bone Hands tell more Than a thousand Words ever could The color sucked Out of your hair, Lost altogether The pigments are forgotten. Beauty.
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orbitalmucus
27 / Trans Male / American
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Oct 26, 2012
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