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Dec 2020
Sitting, looking out the window,
only me and the darkness
waiting on the Christmas sun.

Wondering what is next to do –
the sun doesn’t fix the solitude.
Maybe I will just go out and run.

Run forever, until I find
the mystery at the edge of the earth,
keep running ‘til I’m done.
ghost
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ghost  16/F/im lost
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