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Walking disaster
i walk
and walk
minutes and hours pass
barefoot on the street
broken glass on my soles
wood chips and sharp pains
every step
I walk
and walk
years solo
no mission, no goals
an empty feeling in my soul
boring books and marked pages
crinkled with words
scrambled words
made to make me fail
how is this empirically possible?
© Æ.Ю
and walk
minutes and hours pass
barefoot on the street
broken glass on my soles
wood chips and sharp pains
every step
I walk
and walk
years solo
no mission, no goals
an empty feeling in my soul
boring books and marked pages
crinkled with words
scrambled words
made to make me fail
how is this empirically possible?
© Æ.Ю
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