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Love on the run
Sitting...
thinking...till your heart bleeds out...although it never does.
No matter how many
of your figurative gashes
pierce and slash
not a drop
.
.
.
Like a jog
spinning lapse and laps.
Heavy breaths
dripping tears instead of sweats.
No limits to time
except for tommorow's burden and duty.
No limits to distance
running the fastest pace you can.
Cheers, to another long, sleepless night.
thinking...till your heart bleeds out...although it never does.
No matter how many
of your figurative gashes
pierce and slash
not a drop
.
.
.
Like a jog
spinning lapse and laps.
Heavy breaths
dripping tears instead of sweats.
No limits to time
except for tommorow's burden and duty.
No limits to distance
running the fastest pace you can.
Cheers, to another long, sleepless night.
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