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Dec 2011
Run.


Run!

Through this forest,
faster faster.
The moon is leading you to her,
the trees guiding the path
for you.
Don't turn now.
She's waiting at the top.
Barefoot
the rocks bite at your feet.
Keep running.
Almost there now,
feel your heart beat
throbbing, throbbing
in your head.
Meet her.
Go to her.
Good, you're at the edge.
Now just
l
e
a
p . . .

Good.
Do you see her?
She's kissing you.
She holds you in the air,
telling you to look at the
moon.
Her hands open to you
as you throw yourself
into her dark hair.
You fall,
how long have you been falling?
Hours?
Years?
Your whole life?
You're not scared.
Not anymore.
Just keep looking at that moon
and feel the dark
devour you.
Love her.
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   --- and michelle reicks
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