all that i could to lose,
all that i could to find
a broom will take it with mind
that i drinked up
that i carried through
my life,
my dreams,
and my road
in my weird and awful head.
my honesty,
conscience
and kind
also were sold
but it is worse than i said.
i actually have no some end
and i am not a hard worker
but there's in my sandals a sand,
and the road is drawn by the feet of the walker.
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