i'm still here.
shot down
by everchanging whims
i
run (like wind), blowing
smoke
at potholes, running
fast and everything blurs.
i am
still here (and numb things away so
i don't have to feel) i
still live here (but)
part
of me is gone.
there
is a whole wide world
to explore
and half of me drifts like smoke
across
parts that
i might never see...
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