Thursday, November 30, 2017

what I see

Etched lines
Wretched lines
Cursed lines
Steal thine beauty
Thief of my youth
A pox upon what I see
In the mirror taken from me
Eternally young I’ll be
Her soul forever wanting
To be wild and young and free

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