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I stepped my foot again
Right and left it goes,
Walking farther from where you stand
But still, I'm looking back.

As I lost my care anymore,
I heard a bawl
I was astonished and looked back again
I saw the man again

In tears, he is
Staring at me as cold as the breeze
"Come here" he said
And that's why I went back.

I am so puzzled
I don't know him yet but here I am
Way too concerned and curious
"Why are you crying?" I asked.

You started wiping your tears
And started narrating your fear
"I'm new in this place. My mind's not clear"
"I feel like my end is coming near"

Now I understand,
A poor, poor traveller in front
With nothing but hunger and fear
In this windy winter night.

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12.24.2017

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