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Unmatched Feet

As the actions ribbon the unmatched beat

Losing the touch and feeling from my feet

Soon my composure is no longer neat

I can feel my legs falling from defeat

Leaving my face and the brown earth to meet

But the cold dirt to me was just a treat

A hurt body from this natural concrete

From my mouth I bore a small cloud of heat

I stand once again and run down the street

Hoping my strength will not quickly deplete

Hoping I'm prepared for any deceit

And for my new hopes, I'll gladly secrete

With the hidden emotions, can I replete

With all my virtues written on this sheet

But I wish not to come off as elite

For most should know that I'm incomplete

But for happy endings I'll gladly greet

For stolen memories, I must repeat





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