On a new blacktop
Where it cambers
I cant corner
But trudge further
If no bump hither
For the same roads
I have met the can
Dripping in my heart
Like d creases of candle
That wets my cheeks
In torrents of tear.
Which must I make
Of my yob
Or my youth
As on this roads
Ills stumbles and frets
Like my old past
My demons
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