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city grows younger as I grow older
city used to smell of smoke
and cars, but now the air is full
of fake smiles
emanating from phones
that one no longer
dials: and yes, the
young are still beautiful, but they
have their own scars ..
Published 27th Mar 2025
| Edited 28th Mar 2025
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28th Mar 2025 10:15pm
growing older organic in all naturalistic settings .. are a forgotten past yet a lived loved narrative voice of yours .. though more pertinent you say of the now existential dread .. those young with synthetic smiles n machine minds .. yet i loved how you say of the scars.. heart n soul are the One that yet cant be some other!
You are an intensely summating minimalist dear poet.. your observing eyes n poetry ever amazes me n digs deep xx
You are an intensely summating minimalist dear poet.. your observing eyes n poetry ever amazes me n digs deep xx
28th Mar 2025 10:55pm
