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Jul 2015
come along with me;
say “love,”
breathe “hello,”
train your ears
on the echoes
of my breathing;
there is no such thing
as running away,
because wherever we go
we are running forward.
spontaneous and unwarranted, a bit like dreaming of an escape (journey)
Written by
Al
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