Tomatoes

You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be

No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise

The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw

Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end

But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize

When he catches his reflection on accident

-Ben Gibbard & Chris Walla

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