in the mirror i look
at myself
with such a dark
black hair
not in any way
bald
such a thick black
hair
dyed, and which to
my friends i feign as
genetics
the evidence of age
however
props up, through
the beard
and the mustache
and the guilt of such
silence and
gentle denial
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