Hit the Road

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~Poor Boy on the run

Eyes set on the morning sun

The Sand feels rough on your soft soles

Your Body is covered in Black Holes

Time is running through your veins

Only Memory remains

Nobody knows the path you go

What you're seeking, no one will ever know~


~K. Tana~




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