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I peel off burrs
I finally understand my burrs
my ashes N my embers
come with nerves of summer
late in December
in January it's fall and I wonder
why every season I'm sleepy
I'm here I'm in slumber
there like I'm Ariel up under
the sea here seems cant breathe
can't walk can't be
where the fork to eat
only hit the fork of the roads
edges I done picked apart I done torn
done worn down all of these wheels
even the rims got a whip of my peel
I peel off and get home
before I leave my whip stranded alone somewhere not in my zone