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a receding hairline poem with traces of grey

here on earth i pray for all in space i have amnesia the rainbow has golden strings the sun has a surprisingly cool center the moon has a warm, comforting glow i am happy lying to myself here at home i play for all rat race i have amnesia my voice painstakingly sings my throat has a crockery laced splinter the boos, yay, they steal the show i get so excited when denying myself

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