To run away in stride and step,
To flee from those known better yet.
To blank the mind 'till all dost cease,
To stray from issuance of love for me.
To lose the hill to opposite might,
To sit and act and talk in trite.
To glance at door so open wide,
To stand and dash and scurry and hide.
To land with wings though open not,
To view the damage that I hath brought.
To stand and dust myself of walls,
To give and slack and melt and fall.
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