This sweet potion adulterated with
the salt of tears:
Every single word ricochets as every
breath freezes
And it soon becomes my little
evasion route
From the labyrinth which is my
existence
She has lighten up this valley, and
I feigned seeing it
I skidded, skipping breaths, muscles
throbbing, heart thumping
Rushing, with no intent to halt, too
desperate to grasp this chance for elusion.
|December 2015|
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