If i ever remember

Hearing the sound of rain in the pond

Sniff the blood bath to show the sweat

You can meet me at the

Begging or end of the walk

If you stumble in the middle

And bleed of the

Weary traveler.

If you Don't find me there,

Think i have become history.

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