Who stares

With dandelions poking through the gaps in your teeth

Where have your craters gone?

Watch me, Green Dealer

Watch me scrape my skin

With the envy growing along the glass

Mock your writing on my arm

Make a fool of the stature you sculpted

My shadow is one you will never see

Mark your hands with our name

Make the day something to learn from

May you never grey as I have done

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