Creep back over concrete floor,
Sky rains down; internal war.
Gravel scratches skin and toes-
Forward, reverse, two more blows.
Sinking softly, head still raised;
The phrasing burns, left not unfazed.
No claim left- all this, too true…
But written words hurt: My song, for you.
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