what i was to the core
remains to be what i am
today and perhaps even
tomorrow: same thirst,
same hunger, same longing,
this constant unsatisfaction
lingers like time and tide
and surge and sting,
the skin loosens, the
bones break, these feet
tremble, hairs fall,
cheeks shrink, eyes fail,
death comes....
it will be the same
to the core nothing changes.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
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