My Life... [His Life...] I run...
Through the colors of daybreak
Searching for the Familiar
Yet facing another
[Strange New Existence]
My dreams awaken me... Every single mourning...
[A New Day]
And there he lies... So I run.
Some days... [Other days...]
Seemingly endless...
A portion of my life... Poured from his open hand
Yet I crawl back inside and weep
To my ear... His words reflecting mendacity of myself
This measure I understand [The measure of him]
To simply trounce on mystery...
I know where to begin -
[I know where to run.]
by Emily Prince
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