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Old so young


I feel like 88 at twenty eight 

The moral decay quarels with my insticts  now i go astray,

thinking of what is left to do.

I grew taller beyond the age thirteen,

Slimmed by love,

Becoming any humpty dumpty was irony 

at eighteen.

I passed the books of maturity for 

a fleet serendipity,

now i feel freaking stupid 

having not  grown beards at the age fifteen.

Old so young alas.

The days never knew the person

 i am today, 

After two decades of rapid growth

I slept with my emotions, 

forgetting Eve existed for me somewhere in the bushes,

while i grew old and old endlessly

looking like a 48 fornicate.

I hoped to find my better half dressed as a stunner,

vainly she was only fifteen 

while i looked like a 64 year old.

who knew i would  grow old so young anyways 😀

will she think i'm the prince of Persia Upon seeing my white hair 

Grow into braids in the day we meet

 i'm just 21 

dreaming about 88 projects 🙌

Nothing more 🙏

Peace

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Son of Jae an offspring of amaranthine fragrances A.K.A the last piece of Edgar Allan Poe

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