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Dec 2014
I ran from you
But I ran in the wrong direction
Straight into his arms
Strong
Warm
But soon they turn
Cold
Too tight
Making it hard to move
I waiting until he was weak
Weak enough to shatter
Shatter and run away
Something I was getting very good at
DustBall
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DustBall  A small town
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