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Feb 2015
I ran.
Sometimes too close, sometimes too far.
I hoped.
I'd find something real, something that made me feel.
I sought.
Adventures, experiences, happily ever afters.
I dreamt.
Of starry nights, steaming tea and fields grazed with laughter.
I wrote.
Letters, poetry, prose, all addressing you.
I ran.
Sometimes too close, sometimes too far.
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