Echo of the forest
Take Off My Thoughts - Poem by Echo of the forest
I am sick of my thoughts,
You don't need them either?
Why telling me about it? !
Throw them in the street
between the husks
and coins that no one stops to pick.
With my luck,
I'll step right in them
and they'll stick to my shoe
like a chewing gum with no taste left in it.
The same way they sticked to your shoes
in your walks on the streets of my mind
upon which you spat husks
and threw unspent cigars...
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