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It weighs on my shoulders; It’s stored in my knees. The shame I carry, Brings me to my knees. While I try to balance, Downward dog yoga. The premature wrinkles, Wobbling on my knees. It makes sense they’ve aged, Crumbling against the weight. I release as I breathe - I release as I ooze ****** - I release as I paint - I release as I reconcile - I release as I integrate.
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Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 7:21 AM UTC
Wrinkled knees
It weighs on my shoulders; It’s stored in my knees. The shame I carry, Brings me to my knees. While I try to balance, Downward dog yoga. The premature wrinkles, Wobbling on my knees. It makes sense they’ve aged, Crumbling against the weight. I release as I breathe - I release as I ooze ****** - I release as I paint - I release as I reconcile - I release as I integrate.
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Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 7:21 AM UTC
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