Lost, damaged, yet!
Not afraid,
a toad, carries on…
Wandering amongst dirty cops,
an in corrupt hospitals…
Feeling just tip-top,
as they, try to make me,
a broken down criminal….
To dance upon
a corrupted city
waltzing within
a muddy pond
truly haunting
i have no pity….
To fight with pain,
just eat, sleep… i fine
honestly draining…
i’ve lost hope
within vancouver
ifinn i were you
i pass right over…
Walting with toad
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