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September 28, 2011

A softer world, a little closed.

Soft cat feet in the semi-dark make treks up old carpeted stairs,
I rub my shaved head and think if maybe I could be something more, and I answer my own question.
A thin man sleeps in a different spot, moving his hands in his sleep, my back pains remind me that it is Tuesday.
The still-soft Texas sunset fades away at 7:35, and I feel younger than I am, but too old in this body.

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