some days in life
age more than others
it's like I can feel
hair turning gray
in the mirror
my face hardened
in a new way
I don't like
multiple pains
of maturing
I believe
this is why
I play
hard and often
my offset
a childhood way
I refuse
to leave behind
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release of daily passions who fly through my brain faster than jets if they could fit. I must write or I shall die.
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