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When I age
I want to age beautifully.

I want my skin to soften and curl,
like a parrot tulip.
I want my wrinkles to sew themselves,
on the corner of my eye.
I want my lips to quiver,
beckoning like a passerine bird.
I want my bones to rise and ripen,
from the weight of loving and hurting.
I want my hands to see and feel,
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