The whole time,
I was running as fast as I could, consumed by the flames that only knew that they should whisper
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to just run
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just run away,
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that they should lick me
to get a taste
and desire me forever,
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that they should laugh
to keep me fleeing,
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so away and away,
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to keep me fearing
for my life and even
other lives,
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so
many
lives
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enough
t­hat in a terrored moment,
I couldn't remember
if they were my own,
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and at the end of the edges
that I just kept running through,
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even though
there was nothing left for me
to see or feel,
nothing left to convince me
that safety was only steps away
if I could please,
please
just keep taking them,
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I was stricken,
impaled on
the thought,
the horrified suspicion,
some feeling bent on attacking me too,
the final flagship of my guilt,
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a death speech,




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that maybe I was leading those flames instead.
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Where should we have gone?