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I stand in front of the mirror
Plucking gray hairs from my head
Because I know you
Don’t have any on yours
And I know you swipe through profiles of
twenty-three-year-olds on the internet
wondering if you’re attractive to them
like I wonder if you’re attracted to me
What can I say when I know
I’m more invested than you are
In what we have even though
You tell me it is just what we had
We lay in your bed that has
No top sheet or pillow for me
I wonder when it turned from
Love to merely convivence