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Runner
Running from the past,
Hoping you wont last ,
making me believe and lost,
holding this arms and my cross.
feeling so special,
killing all this vibes,
making it alright,
rising into this night.
sitting alone on these side,
kneeling before the high,
dealing with my troubled mind ,
with no arms on my side.
sleeping under this dusk,
Seeking those we ran from,
burying thoughts deep under ,
water running through this thunder.
shaking this wonder,
nurturing this runner,
running from this past,
hoping this present wont last.?
-d?
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dhruvish patel
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