peeled from
wall like painted tape
masks our
ages,
raised a page
towards youth’s flame
and licked up ash despite
its taste..
streams like ink between
my temples
into sky.
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hands in the garden 
Love that last verse!
Wishing you all the best for 2025 my friend ☺️👍🖤
So nice to see your name pop up. Happy New Year to you as well. I miss liking what I write.