My bones, creaky.
My muscles, sore.
My mind, of rust.
But,
My body, new as dew.
So not a chance there could be
mold in my soul.
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New as Dew
My bones, creaky.
My muscles, sore.
My mind, of rust.
But,
My body, new as dew.
So not a chance there could be
mold in my soul.
