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I put on a new pair of shoes In a familiar way Tongue and soul Untied shoe-laces And walked to the nearest mystic The mere thought of my dearest divinations Being bought Surrealist encantations I took a familiar step And look down again To remind why its all the same Yet somehow different.
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
new shoes
I put on a new pair of shoes In a familiar way Tongue and soul Untied shoe-laces And walked to the nearest mystic The mere thought of my dearest divinations Being bought Surrealist encantations I took a familiar step And look down again To remind why its all the same Yet somehow different.
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
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