Let Her Be Shorn

You asked where was I going.

“How far you wanna go?” I replied with motionless lips,

eyes fixated on the horizon,

and legs driven for the long road.

I can’t be holding on to what you got no more.

Should to shoulder,

carry your own.

I’ve got mine to sort out.

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