We old up
Our hair runs out of vibrant colored ink
Minds unwind forgetting the time
Skin loosens falling off in memories
Fingers twist into crumbled stone
Feet stiffen to the decaying ground
Hearts slow their rhythms descending into sleep
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
We old up
Our hair runs out of vibrant colored ink
Minds unwind forgetting the time
Skin loosens falling off in memories
Fingers twist into crumbled stone
Feet stiffen to the decaying ground
Hearts slow their rhythms descending into sleep
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