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Feb 2023
I scrape my feet
along this broken road
dumping old memories
to lighten the load

I trip and stumble
between each crack
staying awake
so I don’t turn back

into the sunset
I must carry on
where she’ll be waiting
but I’ll be gone
Written by
Andrew
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