Though my skin wrinkles,
My mind slowly becoming a marshmallow,
Breasts looking downwards as though ashamed of the memories they carry,
The different maps of passion written over and over their once perky canvases.

My once brownish-black hair, turning white, showcasing the remodeling of my body
I will still bite my lips when fear comes
My head will still jerk awkwardly accompanying my roar of a laugh

For body is cursed to betray me
Destined for show and tell
And when that time comes,
Beneath all the new thin layers, I would be there standing.
Same Me, as it was in the beginning.



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