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start this thing off w/ some poetry...
idle fingers pick my pockets
im left empty and alone
ive never had to run
idle fingers paint my portrait
ive never seen such colors
ive never looked like that
ive never had to run
i slowly distance myself
i cast but once glance behind
listening to the laughter
it wasnt this i thought id find
its just another step forward
the other follows close behind
idle fingers pull my buttons
and i refuse to run
i will never run
*Blessed be
~Ariana
*Merry meet and merry part, until we merry meet again.
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