Wondering Feet Poem by david gerardino

Wondering Feet



felt calmed and deep and quiet, waiting for the dangerous or the handicapped to burst from this primative battle ground.
I felt abandoned like SEXTAN, or PLATH.
I felt like a out cast with wondering feet, then i shake this mean stuff off and fall into beatifull sleep.

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