Cross the day,
Cross the land,
With cigarette in hand.
Kick the dirt into dust.
Part of me in the wind.
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Author:
WYATT M. LIRA (
Offline) - Published: November 14th, 2015 17:34
- Category: Reflection
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Cross the day,
Cross the land,
With cigarette in hand.
Kick the dirt into dust.
Part of me in the wind.
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