when i wake up tomorrow,
i will feel older and more worthless,
but i will feel beautiful.
and each and every one of you incredible souls and bodies
is going to make me momentarily forget (or disregard)
how many setting suns i've seen,
how much hair i've lost on my head.
when this is over, it will be just another day,
my nails growing,
my eyes blinding,
and teeth rotting into this forgiving smile:
start betraying my heart.
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