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Sep 2016
I've got running away running through my veins,
But there's fire in my blood.
You're the only reason I stay,
And I hope you don't mind how I bloom and bud,

Within in the palms of your hands.

Bluebird,
I have running away running through my veins,
But you've got me wanting to stay
Here with you.
Bluebird,
I know it's slow and I know it's soon,
But look closely and watch me bloom.
Ah, metaphors.
storm siren
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