As youth, we were flamboyant,
Emitting
auras of sexy colors…
Slaves to
nature, we were peacocks,
Living only
to attract others.
Years later
we crossed paths again,
Shocked at
how we’ve weathered…
Not only
were our memories false,
We’re both
molted, and so un-feathered.
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