The Path

<p>I could walk until my feet bleed but that would divert my attention from the stars that stare at me and the tar that wants me to stickjust so it feels known for one whole second.  I could walk until my feet bleed but that would mean bleeding on a path that promises to save me and I don&#39;t want to tarnish the hope of something that could save me from this.  I could walk until my feet bleed but that would deny the taxi driver a fuckload of money tearing cash from my emptying pockets emptied on love and taste.  I could walk until my feet bleed but I don&#39;t fucking have to.</p>

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