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Mar 2021
I am not here for anyone’s amusement
I dance when I hear music
I scratch my head when it itches
I love with my heart
And see with my eyes
The ground beneath my feet lets me know
That while I can not fly
I may travel through time
And see new life
Where it once did not exist
I run my fingers across my face
For I know I will soon long for younger days
But I remember
Just as we wither
So too do we grow
Endless rivers
Steady flow
Written by
Brett  28/M/NYC
(28/M/NYC)   
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