There once was a man who walked from coast to coast backwards with rear view mirrors,
a distorted vision in his mind.

I've reflected on returning to the days when I sunned in the genius of poets who were working
on becoming myths. But dry leaves pressed into the folds of my brain,
turned out to be the stuff of depression.

In the course

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