Running

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Here's the thing:

You make me happy

and my mind abundantly clear.

You've washed away my fear.

The fear of falling - heart first into a

deserted
wasteland.

Instead of denial, you grab my hand.

I've never met such a man - the kind that means it.

You speak to me with your fingertips.

Tracing and grabbing on every inch.

I want to run, and I can't comprehend it.

You're everything that is pure and true.

I'm afraid of putting my happiness
into you
my only bitter truth.

Conversations flow like a broken dam.

Take claim to your land.

If the water gets rough and your hand tough,

I'll always remind you. 

You're more than good enough.

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