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Slowly, slowly I feel my soft edges sharpen from the touch of the world The warmth of my heart grow colder from the ugliness it feels in the cruelty of people And when I feel these things I lock away the million things I have to do and walk Softly, softly Into the sun and trees and breeze, Find the love in humans, The kindness of the world And allow myself to be soft once again
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Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
Becoming soft
Slowly, slowly I feel my soft edges sharpen from the touch of the world The warmth of my heart grow colder from the ugliness it feels in the cruelty of people And when I feel these things I lock away the million things I have to do and walk Softly, softly Into the sun and trees and breeze, Find the love in humans, The kindness of the world And allow myself to be soft once again
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Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
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