loose gravel rocking my sole
sinking on dirt as i step on
i see water flowing beneath
seeping from grassy knoll
earthworms hide from birds
tiny bloom watching every step
splash of water from passing tire
painted on my face; chocolate
i throw my eyes to that direction
only numbers that cling to bumper
i hold my thought stroke my passion
she doesn't know what's going on
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