I've become thick
my hair becomes fresh cut grass
so you don't notice
I've become sick
my gaze finds young love shameless
so I roll my eyes
I've become wicked
my hand brushes wedding band
so quickens my heart
I've become ticked
my voice tastes the bitterness
so seeps from my skin
I've become hypocrite
my lonely feet care not where
so go they to anywhere
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