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Soft skin, with even tone freckled cheeks the sun beams toasted golden brown lungs with power to inhale clouds a stomach which converts energy My body, fertile and alive, boisterous and pumping all arms and legs and ******* and fingers. time takes my freckles and returns to me dark moles and bags, loose skin and sagging chest My breath is strained. my stomach and tongue cannot convert, distill and reclaim taste ... no... that, my dear, is heartburn.. My body aches. my heart is longing time takes my memory it hides my recollections away in an old film reel. Where am i? legs give out, brace for impact brittle bones time takes my aging body and lies down in a field of ageless dreams
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
watching my body age
Soft skin, with even tone freckled cheeks the sun beams toasted golden brown lungs with power to inhale clouds a stomach which converts energy My body, fertile and alive, boisterous and pumping all arms and legs and ******* and fingers. time takes my freckles and returns to me dark moles and bags, loose skin and sagging chest My breath is strained. my stomach and tongue cannot convert, distill and reclaim taste ... no... that, my dear, is heartburn.. My body aches. my heart is longing time takes my memory it hides my recollections away in an old film reel. Where am i? legs give out, brace for impact brittle bones time takes my aging body and lies down in a field of ageless dreams
amariah-clift
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
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