“I threw darts at a spinning globe
swapping out passport photos.
I walk west to the setting sun,
every single step I grow another second young.

All my hair grows in.
Wrinkles leave my skin.
Hold still, don’t fade.
I’ll be back again when the tide is in someday.”
-TPC

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