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I lay my foot here On the traces of the side And follow the floor As if it is a guide. It's sort of a game I like to play with the stone Whenever I am walking alone. Maybe they see me Skipping always twice And following the sidewalk In a strange zigzag But maybe they don't mind.
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 9:11 PM UTC
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I lay my foot here On the traces of the side And follow the floor As if it is a guide. It's sort of a game I like to play with the stone Whenever I am walking alone. Maybe they see me Skipping always twice And following the sidewalk In a strange zigzag But maybe they don't mind.
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 9:11 PM UTC
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