pub. on Oct 14, 2009
 
Jealous of youth
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Crystalship-Rehula's works
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"It's funny how, as we grow old
We cling to the past as we cling to the air
And feel nostalgia for things that were maybe never there
The town where innocence was bullied and flared
The house where desire's first fluids bled
Yet it's funny how as we grow old
We curse and point our finger at those
Who made us scared and made us old
Who touched our bodies and bruised our souls
Who have made us scared and made us old
But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust
And I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust"
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