Spine
your spine is the fountain of youth
and a breath is growth
you exhale and it transforms itself to death
and I can smell you everywhere I go
so don’t let me go to the town of the nymphs
where everyone is lost and
trying to find each other when
it’s only one person and it’s you
in that land mystique is gone
so let me have fun before
I am lost to the other
side of the world
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