i am old
do you see
the lines
on my
forehead?
i am here
before you
arrived
do not tell
me about what
you perceive
as true
i have long
stood for it
and you have
no right
to tell me
to confront it
if you want
to die
die yourself
i would be
happy
to watch you
fade away....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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