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Sep 2013
He fears reality
so he goes off to a land
that is his own

He fears feelings
so he runs off
several times a day
& still he seems to feel
nothing

He puffs out clouds
from his very soul
and with every cloud
he feels ecstasy
with every ounce of it
he runs
f a r t h e r and f a r t h e r.

I know I barely know him
but I want to though
I want to know even the parts of him
that never get to see the light.
With me
he wont need to run
he can just
*stay
Clarice Dogood
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Clarice Dogood  The Clouds
(The Clouds)   
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   Emily Tyler
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