Musings
Monday, July 5, 2010
Run in Rain.
I wish to run and never stop.
I wish the slaughter of the rain would
Whisper secrets I have almost lost.
I hate to look upon the skin I'm in.
In hopes of dying I resolve to
run and never stop.
I will run in rain until I'm not.
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