I wondered how it would've -
Conjuring distances of worth,
Of wealth, of rigid girth
And now,
I walk on an endless escailer
Belittling others of short spurt.
I see how it should've - quite lonely.
I used to grimmace, faze over struggling grunt
Now, I look afar and everywhere,
are dunes of gold Spread my slumber,
listening to beloved voices fold.
I wondered, how it would've To come so far,
I see how it should've - quite lonely.
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