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My soul is getting older, the nights are colder and the soles of these soft worn out doe-skin boots are thinner every day, way too thin to keep the thought of a frozen plot at bay.
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
Thin soled
My soul is getting older, the nights are colder and the soles of these soft worn out doe-skin boots are thinner every day, way too thin to keep the thought of a frozen plot at bay.
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
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