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Mar 2013
I want to run,
Run,
Till the air leaves my mind,
Till the suns burnt my side,
Till my eyes fall out dry,
Till my legs can't try.
Sprint up a mountain
And off a cliff,
Drop underwater
Into abyss.
'Shoot me'
Tear a hole in time and wrap myself in lightwaves.
Rupert
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Rupert
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   Jane EB Smith
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