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Ode To My Sole

Foot it feetly here and there

Soft of skin and curly hair

Jam between the toes

All eight of them

Such nauseous aromas reach my nose!

elveloy

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What is a soul

But a combination of wormholes

Gathered together as one

To kick some ass-punk.

The uncertainty of one

Makes Soulpunk improbable

Walking on the radius of a nebula

Where stardom is waiting for all of us.

Soul is a thingamajig

Nothing discreet within

Slaying the waters of genres

With a world of its own.

Nablai

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