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I sit down I put on headphones I think about what they meant by "rubber soul" My soul is not rubber Rubber repels Rubber rejects Nothing sticks to rubber. Things stick to my soul People stick to my soul Ideas stick to my soul Places stick to my soul And they change it They shape it Maybe my soul is clay Moldable Flexible Soft yet sturdy Sticky. Clay
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
Rubber soul?
I sit down I put on headphones I think about what they meant by "rubber soul" My soul is not rubber Rubber repels Rubber rejects Nothing sticks to rubber. Things stick to my soul People stick to my soul Ideas stick to my soul Places stick to my soul And they change it They shape it Maybe my soul is clay Moldable Flexible Soft yet sturdy Sticky. Clay
girlonthewing
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
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