"run away"
go ahead and play your games
i know it hurts
the sounds
of passion, are less endearing
than i'd have guessed
each time you bat your lashes
i expect hailstorms
and broken glass,
the scars you pass on
seem to hurt less when the sun's down
we will suffocate underneath your rains
and i remain hopeful
with the sweeping winds
and the burning trees
at the end of summer
you'll be revealed.
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