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Bathsalts cut off his straps
To save wieght
He used only
Space blankets for warmth
His sandals tore into him
I christened him Bathsalts
He would douse himself in
Talcum Powder Regularly
That night he advised me
To ditch my
Electronic shaver
To man beard it
Leave'n Neels Gap
My pack weight: 24lbs
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Before I left
I asked the workers
For advice
They troll'd me
‘ I started way
‘ Earlier than you
‘ & I barely made it
‘ You won't make it
He was the first
To put me on that
Ruthless pace
Countless would echo
Drive’n me
Restlessly forward
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The predatory behavior
Of outfitters is despicable
Convince’n that without ’right’ gear
You wouldn’t be able to hike
They rather see you spend
Your money there
Or go home defeated
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