this shirt and me
are both wearing time
one day we all wear out
time carts us all away
like wheels that fail to
keep up with the whirls, whools
a snake shedding its skins
the rocket letting go of its spent parts
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The severe truth but is the validity.... You have well expressed... 10... Sinserely, Tsira