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There are reasons
Some manikins have heads
Some manikins do not
They chop them off
Just to focus on the clothes
Manikins are dead
Age is a slow decay
Age is what we are
Age is nature
Age is alive
Age is never dead
How, age is everything!
How the earth is such an antique!
Age is only memory
That we never seem to see
With a pivoting perspective
Backward binoculars
Age is only worth to you
What you exist to be
Age is but a slow decay
Manikins do not experience
They just mime away the day
To pivot through perspective
With no head
No interest that is common
As a common cold
As common as age
Your age is only yours
No one will ever understand
How age
Make your joints rust
Cheats your common sense
Makes you slowly decay
