I Push Him Away

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and start running towards nothing.

I just wish

I could reach oblivion.

"Come back here,

witch!"

A flying broom,

wicked spells,

would be helpful right now.

But I'm grounded

and running.

Running from

my problems.

And as I start to breathe harder,

the smell of

that nostalgic cologne

begins to leave my senses.

And I realize,

I miss it.

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