YOUNG IN OLD SKIN
You pin back the folds hoping no one sees the creases left from
flapping flesh.You dare to live the age you feel even when it fails to slip
past an old thought. Young feet never got dirty because you were ever
the good girl, living life in daydreams only. Who would you have
become if those dreams had been unleashed? So many molds uncasted.
~to be finished later~
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