you own..

milky glasses
golden leaves
falling over roads untrodden;
sighs ,you won’t ever understand
calendars unfold
my story aint old
Racing through pages
it’s back there
you’ll find my soul
tears blend my skin tone
mascara has frozen
wrinkles coating me
don’t bother anymore. . .

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