Trying not to hurt myself
Not to kill any ants
While moving
The uphill
On the lost path
Small Steps
Lost
Time passes quickly
What is the best thing
To do
What if…
The sky is getting darker
Gray clouds and some rain
Then the
Evening lights
And slow thoughts as a
Vague memory
Of another life
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The city is full of empty promises
And drunken minds
Poisonous fragrance
Joyous brown and yellow leafs
Moving in the wind
The metro offers dirty
Escapes while
The other are watching
Participating in an abstract
Manner
Transmitting the virus
Of attention deficit
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