Youth
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blurred we were beautiful
each and every one
fading fast as ephemeral flowers
with the looking glass
nothing but a deterrent
racing against each solid tock
fingers digging, raking, dragging
against the pull
we were nothing but exquisite
longing to be everything else
writhing against the omniscient force
of our own subconscious
inescapable
because the truth -
nobody wanted to be beautiful
we just wanted to be loved.