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Apr 2021
poignant voices
sweep across my skin
rippling youth from deep cells
locked
periodically
in static waves
free now, to run backwards
across my face, eyes, smile

the secret of my youthful visage:
I truly
to my bones, hearts, and quarks
do not believe in time
Written by
Exosphere
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