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Jul 2021
Suddenly
the system
lacks in exhilaration
a desperate crave
for a joyful sensation-
begins to eat you up inside.
Your skin that 'once had been'
was so under-appreciated-
loses elasticity
& regretfully deflated-
becomes that youthful thrill.
& in the dark & loathsome
dusk of your life
you truly feel lonesome
a forgotten solitaire in the night.
And though we melt-
& take anomly forms
I hope we stick
with those lucid norms
that keeps us human
& merely sane
To still see the bliss
in this existential game.
Here's to inevitably growing old:)
dilshé
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dilshé  19/F/~ look behind you
(19/F/~ look behind you)   
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