Runaways
Like a fabric that is strong,
but damp all the way through,
my body, soul, and mind,
exist the same as you.
My thoughts are like runaways,
that do not like their home,
they mingle with my reasoning,
and become what I know.
Copyright © Joe Fisher | Year Posted 2011
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