Winter Musings

When I think
About the outside
Of me
Wrinkles, tattoos
Ass and boobs.
Separate debated
Objects to justify and
Hide with jeans, face
Cream, and a not
So secret.

When I think
About the inside of me
My heart, brains
My Narrow veins these
Intricate programmed
Facts I can’t justify
Or hide

When I think
Too much
I get tired
Of all the thoughts
I can’t justify
Or hide when
They’re written on the
wrinkles in my face

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