I'm decaying
you too
however young you are
stuff falling off
flaking away
cells and hair
brain cells too
stuff you're made of
what was once smooth
is now rough
what once protected
now hurts
what was once present is gone
so we decay
the loss returns to the pot
and something else is born
not us
our time has gone
but of us
decay, let it come
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