Older women
Bless their souls
Tortured visions
Tortured goals.
They see faded beauty
Where beauty lives
Ignore the booties
That nature gives.
They search for youth
Paint their faces
All in vein
They hide their graces.
Never know
And never see
Men that love them
Men like me.
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