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It's a little different and takes some interpretation.. I hope someone understands :O
A socialpath rides
through the wind
at dawn
without a helmet on,
seeking for
the wisdom in which
plays upon
his brain made
of stone.
Acting out on
its own
a convict
on a loan,
setting out for
the lights of a city,
leaving behind the
old Wayward Land.
through the wind
at dawn
without a helmet on,
seeking for
the wisdom in which
plays upon
his brain made
of stone.
Acting out on
its own
a convict
on a loan,
setting out for
the lights of a city,
leaving behind the
old Wayward Land.
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