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White shoes in the middle of the room, Waiting, White shoes marked with use, Waiting. Nothing stays the same, all is change and though it seems strange it is so. And time compressed into a moment drops out of sight like a waterfall. Fades, daylight into night. Endings can be beginnings, redoings, remakings as life offers its mad encores. The same songs over and over. At the end we are all waving goodbye and leaving for the dark side, the blind side, the lost side, or just leaving, no more
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Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 7:05 AM UTC
WHITE SHOES
White shoes in the middle of the room, Waiting, White shoes marked with use, Waiting. Nothing stays the same, all is change and though it seems strange it is so. And time compressed into a moment drops out of sight like a waterfall. Fades, daylight into night. Endings can be beginnings, redoings, remakings as life offers its mad encores. The same songs over and over. At the end we are all waving goodbye and leaving for the dark side, the blind side, the lost side, or just leaving, no more
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77/M/Manchester
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 7:05 AM UTC
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