MY EX

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MY EX

We shed dead cells like crazy

It happens even if we are lazy

The fate of my cells is hazy

But sometimes fate is fugazi

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I might have watched too much Twilight Zone

But I worry someone might make a clone

Someone like me right down to the bone

What if she's out there alone?

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What would she do or say?

Is she equipped to find her own way?

Would we be different as night and day?

Can she live and laugh and play?

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So when I exfoliate

I wonder about my cells fate

I hope that they're doing great

But I don't expect an update

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