I have a spiteful question.
Can you keep up?
I have superfluous legs
With such drained vigor.
Each breath I heave digs
Holes unto the hostile Earth.
Can you keep up?
I have tremulous hands.
My bones are fractured,
And my head is a bottomless toboggan.
I have a question
If you are eager,
That is.
I have a map,
I am a troubled child
And I indulge into more
Trouble – nuisance is a friend.
And so,
Will you go with me?
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