Apr 23
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Walking down an old road

Spring
I walk alone
Down this old dirt road
Not a care in my mind
Nothing to see except the moon  
Making the rain sparkle high above
Nothing to hear except my own footsteps
On this hard, packed ground below me
Nothing to smell except the mud beneath the trees
I taste the sweet droplets on my tongue
As I stick it out, protruding from
My lips
The wetness of spring
I won't forget
Never
Never
Ever
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