Once

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Once my skin was smooth and firm, brown like an acorn.

Once my heart in love turned like a Ferris wheel.

Once I had feet that moved faster than thought.

Once a man said, Dancing with you is like driving a Porsche.

Once there was more time than the ocean.

Once dreams were only waiting for tomorrow.

Once there were no indigo regrets at twilight.

Once the face in the mirror matched the face in my mind.

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