"Life-Street Style "
Life be uncivilized
Some days,
No heads-up-
Still we walk onward like fire
Won't fold us.
Pain
Runs late,
Lurking,
Long- winded existing
But we keep living like loss
Can't lock our light.
Hope
Hits hard,
Lifting
Low Spirits-
Letting lost legends lean
Back into their vigor.
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