Getting Older
Skin folding in,
You try to fold away like laundry
Hiding away the wrinkles and stains.
Everything hangs lower
Your bouncy baby buoyancy wanes to loose clothes and sagging skin
But eventually you don't fight the tide
You let your clothes drag you all the way down
You sit at the bottom of the ocean
Enjoy the current of the sea
You breathe in salt water
And remember the sun
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