it only took a year and half my face
for the sky to bow down and gently erase
these characters I seem to carry around
beads strung
around
around
around my neck
telling me, I’ve not changed yet
it only took my last two feet to race
from place to familiar place.
carved on the ground, my feet dance
over milestones of flaking chalk that glance
these characters I seem to carry around
beads strung
around
around
around my neck
telling me, I’ve not changed yet
it only took
it only took
it only took
what was
best
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