Do not run my angel, I run do not reach.
In the air was the smell dying of grief. In my face, stupidity
of a farewell. Freshwater sailboat died in the delta. At the cost of watching your figure
shaded in charcoal, a tear falls
littering the opaque black, which mascara is running, jet crimping
panel space that separates us.
not run my angel, I'll catch up not running.
Let me be the heat that begs you to come back and help me not to need
that love breaks my expectations. Your embrace, created an aurora
on my chest and gives me hope to touch your cheek again.
So, I repeat do not run away with ballast my angel, for I ran C
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