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LEGS (a sketchy February)

No one is going to tell you where,
not the sound calling you.
You’re always in a hurry
to take the iris to somewhere thin,
some place safe to see a sin.
I am tired of running
running from a broken mind,
running from a healing scar.
I am tired of running to find pain

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