The Hitchhiker

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The man cast away by this evil age
Infected by insomnia
Does not hear the incoming storm
He sighs, gently and wishes himself a new creation
One of the God of Jacob.
But, Alas, no terrible shudder comes down from the sky as the whistling of the junipers
And the hitchhiker twiddles his thumbs once more.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 24, 2018 ⏰

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