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Laufen

Hello,
there's someone still here.
Laufen.

Müde
noch
getrieben.

Holding my final breath,
so not to forget all you said.
'Appreciate each breath you have, it's life. You're alive.'
Look for me inside the empty bottle,
inside the broken words,
inside your silent tears.
I know you were scared too,
and now just angry.
Hollow as the bottle.

Laufen.

Müde
noch
getrieben.

Hirngespinst. My pipedream.

I walk away to snow and ice to melt and remould my near-silent heart, it's little drummer taps all out of sync. 

Goodbye little drummer boy, nothing more than a boy.

I needed more and so I...

laufen. 
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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