A household of mess that makes it so mine
A state of incompleteness that closely defines
An hour of delay that brings in the moment
An investment ensuring a quarter less spent
A color that’s achieved when a fade attacks
A step ahead forward that brings a mile back
A birth mark that makes the identity I own
A beard that adds to the age I’ve grown
A memory that makes me wise as I fool
A language I use to earn as a tool
A permanent fact, that’s all that I’ll be
Everything else is so temporary.
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