Age

Age

By Allie Marie


We dance before we lie;

scream before we hide.

I don’t know as much as you.

My skin is barely bruised.

Age wasn’t made to be an enemy,

but the years’ weeds wrap around my hands.

To still be pretty and naive

is the most dangerous thing.

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