Why ask? Why say? If the words are meant to be ingored.
I am like government, for the people, by the people, not owned by anyone.
A passing sign where some put flowers and where some choose to spit.
Can’t close the all the mouths that choose to spit.
I have two legs I guess I will move.
Moving is what I suppose to be doing in the first place.
But I am the worst traveler.
Who cries before leaving every checkpoint.
Who gets attached to guests who are never meant to stay.
As the guests are traveler themselves
All this is nothing, but a mind crap
To which I separated 30 mins to squeeze out of my mind
To unwind and feel fine.
-A
souvenir 
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