Aging

Cold tendrils lick down
my spine
wrapping round
and round
flicking wisp
across my shoulders

you’re fading
you’re fading

falling

BACK UP
you go

chilled to the core

wilting wit
withering
mind
old days are new
new left behind

scattering of senses

what was my next line?

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