orignial
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As we grow
As we change
The years blend into one
And we add a number to our age.
When we were once young
We reached for bright colors
Our style has dulled
Now we reach for each other
Hands
Pulling the belt
Yanking down the zipper
Slowly removing his trousers
I look and see
9 inches of chocolate looking right at me
I know you, I think
