footsteps made of mud smear as you crawled away
and i watched you disappear, as if you were escaping from me.
today my hands are shaking from being so fatigued all the time,
let me leave myself alone for a while, catch a train, wind in my hair to somewhere far,
because if you threw me into the world now,
i would sink like an anchor, and drown like a child.
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