I beg you now.
Time has passed too fast,
No more places to hide.
Don't get too tight to be,
Winds have blown my bow.
I will forget my past,
My boat is in the middle of the tide.
I look for a blast tomorrow,
A place to hide my stumbles,
A smell of a fresh breath,
A crest of bread and salt.
Cozy letters enrich my morrow,
Put together my crumbles.
One aw can save me from death,
Hope sprung with a halt.
I travel the world on the tip pf my pen.
I find joy,
I find misery,
I find a long lost soul,
I call Myself.
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