The fabric is frayed
The Edges Have Undone
The sun relentless
To coast in the shade
The soul of pretension
Is now unwoven
Sitting in the shade
watching the old soul
Burn in the sun
There is pain lacking pretense
Waiting for my new soul to knit
Needing to avoid the sun
Until fall - Is it possible?
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