Sometimes when time permits me
I let my thoughts run errands
In the barren fields.
The first stop always being
perchance something happened
to you when you were younger
But like a toy of forgetfulness,
soon after that I often lose track
of all my precious thoughts,
And eventually when I find them,
I find them holding a gun towards
my already aching chest.
All of a sudden I am being
Drowned by the devil in the desert;
I start believing in the impossible,
Believing that I am
-the reason why you cheated
//Carl Richards Sambo
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