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In a room filled with fishy looking strangers

 
 I think I am getting older
as life becomes much slower
atoms separate into dust
as my bones changes into rust
as my whole life has been about taking up space
gaining the ribbon at some imagery finish line
running a race against time... saving face-

 my periwinkle orchid, come to me in lilac and amethyst, dance a spell onto
me...stay…my mauve doll...find me in your labyrinth, where only we can play.
Written by Chessemillperez
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