The body they warned me,
“never age.”
I stood like a mannequin,
The display,
A slated stage.
It took me a long time to say,
"Accept what is today.”
When the words left me,
Still my face,
It stayed the same.
The ache on the inside cried,
"inordinate repair. "
The world was on fire,
and I was not the one,
to make it rain there.
It took me a long time to say,
“Accept what is today.”
When the words left me,
Still the smoke,
It stayed the same.
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