Written by Justin Eulalio
I am young, but not young enough.
I have a glow and a revolution,
Yet I do not know ambition.
Did I spend my last glimpse of "-teen" in a box?
Shaken as always, but nothing too unique.
Shed blankets as skin. I sleep with a fan bedside.
Twist core. I too bend. So yet, free form.
Without the impression of fair weather, I lie.
Tossed. I FEAR cliche. So every line is anguish.
closer than ever to Beautiful ends.
can I Outlast?
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