Older Still
the day was restless like that constant nagging of days and months even years gone. where? and why, no one says out loud the truth of growing old ... forgetfulness or too much to do is it really stress or another pin in the onion bush of layered lies we tell ourselves, it matters not today. we've more years to live let's drink and spill away the reminders there always there, in the mirrors of our minds where no one dares to speak out loud the truth of years as we pass on through the truth is older, still ...
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The distance between two hearts is not an obstacle when true love is present...
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