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frizzled edges and strands loosely tied at the ends
blinking in disbelief, reminiscing about friends
it ran through her hair, sharply tattooed at her roots
a ghostly wisp of a smile overflowing with mouldy fruits
it was all about the past, a time she very much missed
laughter, chaos and a world that's different from this
hop scotch till the eve, heart's elated through the roof
vinyl records spinning, marbles spill out in their youth
we are lost in the midst of our worries, they are lost in the middle of the woods
we complain about our hunger, when they had to ration for soft goods
they are ignored, secluded and betrayed
they are much wiser and still are portrayed
as old and injured and grey
but they are so much more than the words we say
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Enigma
Poetryshe was lost in the melodrama of her thoughts they were caught in a web of all sorts
