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Jul 2020
Soul, you're getting old.

You are tired, worn-out
Dance shoes with a hole
In the toe,

Each tap a tick of time
Unnoticed in
The beating of this body,
The wearing of this sole.

Swaying to songs,
Smiling and spinning,
Spewing lyrics into space
As if the aliens are listening.
This one isn't finished yet, but I like it anyways
Written by
Ashlyn Rimsky  25/F/Philadelphia
(25/F/Philadelphia)   
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     ---, Alona, mlk and Steven
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