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Gloria


when I was younger I would look down and ask my mom

“when we get resurrected, what do we look like”

and she told me,

“in our prime”

“what’s our prime?”

and she thought and said it was in our thirties

and I thought that was old but looking back she was right

but I hope when I get resurrected I look as pretty as you

 
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