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walking, just walking with nothing particular in mind alcoholic clouds above him with his thrifted records on else seems so far away now doesn't know where to stop on that red light or until his shoes burn out could he be chasing butterflies or films tattooed on his head he doesn't know what he needs so he keeps on walking into a distance seemingly so far ahead nameless, aimlessly searching for a metal band that'll green his veins though he'd seen a number of shades they're not enough to save a few dying dreams he's trying to outrun time with nothing in him but rhymes often times it's upsetting as he grasps the strings desperately maybe he's hallucinating that road he's on or is it the empty hangover steep cliffs dawn, in his heart so thoroughly so he goes back home and lays down hoping to find himself tomorrow
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Apr 10, 2022
Apr 10, 2022 at 5:08 AM UTC
walking
walking, just walking with nothing particular in mind alcoholic clouds above him with his thrifted records on else seems so far away now doesn't know where to stop on that red light or until his shoes burn out could he be chasing butterflies or films tattooed on his head he doesn't know what he needs so he keeps on walking into a distance seemingly so far ahead nameless, aimlessly searching for a metal band that'll green his veins though he'd seen a number of shades they're not enough to save a few dying dreams he's trying to outrun time with nothing in him but rhymes often times it's upsetting as he grasps the strings desperately maybe he's hallucinating that road he's on or is it the empty hangover steep cliffs dawn, in his heart so thoroughly so he goes back home and lays down hoping to find himself tomorrow
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Apr 10, 2022
Apr 10, 2022 at 5:08 AM UTC
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