The first page of a new anthology
I hear the sound of my favorite words
Like art, music and photography.
I see the footprints of my past and thoughts.
Feeling of excitement from my fingertips
The words of understanding from my bare lips.
I can'...
She was running, Running fast. She was hunted Hunted by her pasts. She was fleeing, Fleeing from the world. She was haunted, Haunted by regret. She was gone, Gone in the sunrise. She was destroyed, Destroyed by the light of life. She was destroyed, Yet, she was running.
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