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Aug 30
He's close, so close and I'm running fast.
Every second he gets closer and I don't know how long I will last.
I look up ahead and focus on every step,
but I know I'm holding on by a thread.
Just as I get ready to give up and give in,
I see a tattered old BMW coming.
Her trunk is open and I take the cue;
I jump into this strangers BMW.
The man runs quick but we drive quicker,
riding into the evening sunset picture.
We drive a couple miles till we hit a small town
with a motel and the countryside all around.
The BMW stops and my driver steps out;
I crawl out from the trunk and jump on the ground.
My feet feel heavy and my legs are sore,
my head feels so much bigger than before.
I can't stand straight and I lean on the car,
but before I know it I'm heading down for the tar...
This is based off a dream I had that I just can't get out of my head and have been thinking about all day. Let me know if you want the continuation of the second part! :)
Masha Yurkevich
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Masha Yurkevich  16/F/Playing the piano...
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