The woman in the billboard
We talked of her once
We don't talk anymore
But that's out of our control
She's weathered with time
Creases on her young face
Rain stains for tears
Ingrained splotches in her skin
We're not so different now
Aged in her young body
Waving supplements in our faces
But she's gone now
I'll never see her again
The woman in the billboard
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