Mud Races
I'm panting slightly
It glimmers beneath my feet
My lips are chafing
And it squelches happily beneath
My tongue is caked
It hydrates the soles of my feet
My head is heavy
Like the burden of the earth, well sheathed
I swivel hearing my name
And am again surrounded by concrete
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The Ramblings of A Lunatic
RandomThis is a record of the thoughts in my head through the current span of my life. It is not a novel. It will have pieces of poetry and full blown rants. I hope that anyone reading this will be able to relate. And if you actually are reading this 'jo...
