i stand up, walk away
leaving unfinish journey
my feet stiff but workable
i walk towards west, hill
next is road going home
my sanctuary from night
i gather few sweet leaves
might have medicinal value
smell makes me feel fresh
sometimes i burn, fragrance
i pick fossil rock dirty white
maybe saw dinasaurs bite
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