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I, reluctanly, recall…
Walking,
without, a purpose. To,
a, sacked, disowned, &,
treeless, destination.
Without, labour, a name,
or, spread, tangible
roots.
Balking,
at, the, persistent, promenade,
of, time. In, all, it’s; direct-
ions. It’s; eons, &, the, resistant,
nature, of, my; permanently,
belligerent,
boots.
Constant. Hair, stood, shakily,
talking,
incoherently. Finely, dressed,
yet, unemployable, and, meandering,
while, wearily, wearing, it’s;
hirsute.

© poormansdreams

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