Steep Hills
I walk this line...
I feel the pace...
I feel the sun...
Crying in my face...
It hurts my mind...
Like an enemy...
Cored into cinnamon...
Sprinkled into me...
I push my hands into this earth,
Wondering where I am?
My body raining tears almighty...
Wondering when the end is coming...
Crawling up this steep hill...
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