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May 29
They're getting younger
every year,
their wrinkles fade.

Their smile is getting wider
day by day.
Their bodies
supple back.

Their hair
are getting stronger, their teeth
- whiter. One day
they will be young again.

The cradle awaits them,
her womb,
in which they'll flourish
and bloom.
Peter B
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Peter B  35/M/London
(35/M/London)   
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