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Jan 2014
Following the stains,
Her only trace.
This winding road she was on,
She was walking it alone.
No end in sight,
She's losing the passion,
Her willingness to fight.
And yet he's following
The trail of tears,
Her heart drawn fears.
And the concrete is crimson,
It's framed for the crimes you've committed.
She's a wounded soldier.
She's limping and
Her stone heart grows colder.
Waves of memories wash over.
And still he follows.
Even though he knows it all,
Yearning to show he cares.
He loves her.
She's too afraid.
Too vulnerable.
She's a fugitive in this wasteland
Of broken dreams
And ripped seams.
She's haunted.
She's targeted.
And running from things,
So many things.
She's running from him,
And still he follows.
Sarah
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Sarah
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