i save my tears for sadder days
always at the edge of hope
we live.
i refuse to see you dying
thinning out your skin
like snakes.
i live
forever in the spring
you know, just know
age doesnt mean a thing to me.
the young are elsewhere in their dreams
the older asleep at three
times over the speed limit im free
swearing onto ditches, the irony.
-V I L L A N U E V A
05.29.22
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