somewhere that will bring me to you
somewhere to leave these people and these
things behind.
it always matters that I move faster
than a man running: the cars
do not matter
they are not real
but I will not meet
a gaze for more than a moment
not until I reach you now.
wind and the world.
"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell"
out.
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