I found the fountain of youth.
When I stumbled across the forbidden garden.
Right smack in the middle,
was what I thought to be a wishing well.
I tossed in a quarter!
Looking down with a puzzled face.
I peaked to see where it fell.
I leaned over and that's when I saw my vanity.
It was always there waiting for me.
The reflection in the water was my face.
In wonder I asked what this vision could be?
With one drop on my taste buds.
I knew I found the one true key.
The most beautiful thing that can set one free.
I reached in to touch the poetry inside me.
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