useless mapA Poem by dukovan
The maps in the backpack.
Your shoes are on the stairs. I'm on a landing with a coin on each eye. You're on an island getting closer to me. Theres reasons to go to bed I guess but instead I'll sneak out maybe If I swam out I'd see them again. Your foot prints are covered by morning. I'll probably be hungover waiting for you to feed me whatever sounds good.
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