Vagabond
Vagabond poetry stories
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knirvs
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On the road, comfort trickles in an inconsistent stream.

Vagabond

Left March, for most way, the highway

Hindsight, back window stained with cocaine

Cut hard, not shallow, but she dug deep

While the important people, though fake,

Still wondered how they would get to sleep,

Needing peace, a role was gone and it left with me.

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