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Where the gravel grazed my feet
Where the rocks ravaged my heels
There was left a sparse spread of
Calluses mapping my heart
Shadows would become my hands
Ambition my vehicle
Sun beckoned the road ahead
And dreams traveled untouched paths
The wheel is my paragon
Without repose, reaching on
Revivifying the old
Yesterday is tomorrow
Destinations pale before
The ground that eats your footsteps
For the tail becomes the death
I chase mine so as to live





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