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Mar 2012
I can still go back
I do not glance
No sharp turn of the head
I march foot behind foot

Stomping
I will not stumble

Flowers crush underneath my feet
They will grow again

Grass between toes
I am stripped of all my clothes

Forget it all
I know nothing
Start again
Start again

I march backwards
Foot behind foot
I will not stumble
I do not glance back
Mellifluous
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