so tell me
is it lonely?
trapped within urself?
once again
i'm back in place
squuezed into half
better or not
why, does memory dissapear
so fast?
there's reason why
the runaways run
there are flowers which
just cant bear the sun
this love-thing
is something
i can never
get a handle on
guess ill always be a runner,
at heart
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