For A Writer Without A Pen
Thursday, 9 February 2012
Run
I want to run.
Fly somewhere far, far away
From this dreaded place.
And never ever come back.
How can the presence of someone
Make such a huge difference?
My tears are suddenly dry
From trying to cry.
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