Lone standing tuft.
Defy the foot.
What age are you in carpet years?
Is it spring and you're the first to wake, or are you old but still strong enough to what winter was to take?
Lone standing tuft.
Defy the foot.
Is it work that you're still standing, and you've not been flattened too?
You remember in the little wind that's squeezed out by my shoe.
Lone standing tuft.
Defy the foot.
Your tuftiness, mutated soul; your strand are made of steel.
Is it sheer determination that you've never been beneath the heel?
Lone standing tuft.
Defy the foot. (lone)
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