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I tried to walk.
My legs were lame.

I walked on my knees,
Face hidden in shame.

Crawl as I must.
This land was dust.

Isn't walking on your knees crawling?

i tried to run
my legs were lame unfortunate

My heart was pounding, the pain disproportionate.

at least we are under the same sky:)

The dust, so thick, now filled my eyes,
The sun to parch my lips.

Put some lip balm to my lips,
Twist my hips before I flip.