Run.
She's gracing pavements,And I'm cautiously convinced,
All the streetlights agree.
That the shadow,
That's been keeping her company,
Is right where I should be.
Faint hearts fade. If only they'd known that failure brings a shade which pastel eyes never find. I'm a poet. I draw my words.
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