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Silvery trails
give them away You’d think it was the traces Of a banana peel Somebody slipped on Or streaks of shampoo On the ground Stepping on one sounds like Tapioca pudding Hitting the floor The feeling between your toes Is like finger painting with porridge Oily black Shaped like a Squiggly raindrop Antenna for eyes Sucking back in When you step near Sluggish as they are Resolute about sprinting Silently To the finish line In slow motion |
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