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BEGRIMED

During morning walks
My feet disturb the road dust
No need to glance back
The dust enveils the sights behind me

How can I fight this?
My vision gets too blurred.
I’m gorging the pleasures
We earned

Blear letters and images
Hieroglyphic thoughts
The books are naught
I’m lost for words and can’t calm down

How can I fight this?
My visions get too blurred.
You are gorging the pleasures
We earned

I could meet you
But I am afraid that the dust
Disfeatures my face
You’ll be scared of me