i can hear my footsteps
disturbing crush rocks
covering the walkways
same as my simmering
mind tracking solution
that eludes everybody
i can see my shadow
hiding beneath my feet
breeze tried to blow
but it doesn't have mass
so it stay as it was
so she bent on dust
i met tax preparer
smiling with contempt
trying to sway me
to get his service
i was told affordable
i wish i could remember
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