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souls of my shoe soles and soles of my soul shoes

The trails on the dunes 

                 speak

               ,,,Volumes,,,


                      And the skin...

       Mamba escapades, 

      Open sore scorpion wounds, 
    
                         wild storms of death,

   scorching despair,

The hope in the horizon sinking sun


I grace heels to                                                 


   Believing this thirst it quenches                               

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