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today I felt the need,
the need to move away;
this place is much too close
and reeks of yesterday.

you say I should prefer
to outlast, to endure
– not clamor to escape
the demons at the door;

but it’s not the same as running –
there’s a diff’rence between flight
and the things you have to do
to get back to the light.

scratching the surface,
we’re struggling to shed the skin
of our dysfunction

days when we were green
summed up in our wildest dreams:
just wanting to be

I will bear your hope,
but I am not forever;
I am merely now.

maybe I just need
someone who can lie to me
more convincingly

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