your face puffs and lines disappear
blood of deer
i race to the third floor
finding inner beauty there
I was once a girl ya' know
legs were straight and so were the highs
euphoria has swallowed this old lady
whole
and no ol' man is seen here
not anyhow
for biscuits or tea, nothing
i have sweat and a tired mind for good company
- By Laila Ali Haid
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