I didn't know I could grow
Old crinkly skin from new
'Till I erased from my hand
Some skin.
The blood was red.
Not blue.
Forget royal blue.
That's said.
Not sad.
But please
I want skin
From anew.
Why old?
And crinkly?
Just cos I'm
A wrinkly.
I would like
To accrue
It from new.......
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