run unheard on the pavement.
the moon above a forever burning
liquid light.
reality tucked into the deepest pocket
of my mind.
fear of the truth lingers in the
shadows beneath my quick feet,
the shadows of my past.
distrust and pain hide behind my
fruitful smile;
as thoughts of you enter into
my mind,
my heart,
and through my soul.
now grip my emotions
in the palm of your hand,
While sharpening a knife
to kill the past we created.

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