Mountains

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I was perched

Trekking steeps and signs

I did not want your feeble regrets

And pointless concerns

I was standing on heights 

Escaping from you 

And your small fingers 

And your words that stung like scorpions 

And nightmares of you and I,

I was looking up for once

Rather than down.




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