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Feb 2017
How far away
is just too **** far?
We ran for the moon,
but got caught up on the way.
The sun's in our eyes
and the hills to our backs,
I know it should feel good,
but, *******,
It feels like yesterday's.
I took you by the hand and said,
"It's okay, you can follow me."
Then I ran us off a cliff
into trust's shallow grave.
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