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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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