I live on the edge of the city/ my apartment is made of ages/ it is built by wrinkles and mistakes of all kinds/ my neighbors are mere impersonations of my rotting hormones/ of my decaying long forgotten desires/ the woman downstairs is constantly crying/ weeping for her lost womanhood/ the man upstairs is always screaming/ protesting his never found manhood/ in between I grow old/ ageless/ that is speechless
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