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8 Poem by Palegun

Steering Wheel Chaste

Went on the trip
Exposure was fasting
Fast was a disappointment
Drawing attention only nearer to death
Distractions were in a second conclusion
My feet shed fast skin
Bare beneath my circumstances
Only fuel fed on depravity
Until the depths maintained
And i settled in the parking garage of life
Drive again in proportion
And entirely grateful

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