It comes creeping up on you, like running from a sunrise. It slithers around the marrow in your bones until they crack, split, and fracture into microscopic fragments.
Resistance is only the enemy, to bypass and withstand is heroic. This age is understated to an extent so incredible you'll die.
It does turns inside me, as if it's a ballerina in my pocket.
Interpretation is a privilege so let your eyes fry with me.
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you are a ballerina.
Oh, I wish.
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