Old Soul

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I am an old soul

Stuck in a new generation

With technology eyes

And fake smiles

Flustered by the black air

While it coats my lungs

Drowning in a mucus of the old

I am an old soul wanting much more

Than what’s left next door

Vacant faces

With lonely graces

A new child is born

There to erase

My suffering

The future soon will be hers

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