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Run From the Lights

They keep following me, the misty, bright , blind-me painful lights that burn through my tender, swollen heart. I run and I run but I never get away, my torn bleeding wings never stop. and my head twists and nods with every slow move I make, I run as fast as I can, but the thirstiness on my pillow and my faceinthesky winks through my cloudy smoggy atmosphere, and I scream for some comfort, my running shoes become steady, but my legs don't work like they are supposed to, and I end up arriving on time to the wrong place.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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