Another Sigh While In Agony

I will walk
Fresh geysers will pop at my footsteps
There will be no laughter
I earned me some silence
One day people walk in on your birth
And the other they want to point at you
While you’re walking in your birthday suit
Just walk,
walk,
walk
You earned you some silence.

This is the second part to this poem.

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