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Tristan W
Poems
May 2014
Old..
My skin crackles above my shell.
Grown so old, can't you tell?
I feel like plunging straight to hell.
I'm so weak with nothing to sell.
I've grown poor, down I fell.
Until I'm encumbered by debt; and death as well.
#dying
#death
#old
#age
#debt
#grown
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