Oily hands, Ashy feet

He’s been running.Running barefoot through the streetsLooking for himselfOr rather the best version of himself;The person he promisedHis eight year old selfHe’d be one day-But his searchHas yielded nothing so far.The dust clings to him.The mud is now cakedIn the cracks of the soles of his feet-These feet,That have carried himFaithfully so farOn his quest,Are […]

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