Walking, walking, walking, walking,
Slower and slower and slower,
And s-l-o-w-e-r,
And s-s-l-l-o-o-w-e-r still.
Barely moving...
Eyes shut tight...
Footsteps weaving...
Intestines heaving...
Racked by Hunger and Thirst,
Thirst and Hunger, Hunger and Thirst:
Woe is He and He is Woe;
He'll die of Starvation,
Unless his throat cracks first...
...Lost in a desert of endless sand,
So many poets choose to end
Such a tale without taking a...
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