The Runaway I am running away today. my mind works in steps that quickly run away from defects that scream "No next yesterday or today!" I chase away the doubts they lodge they sprout they suffocate to death the dreams dying to come out. So I lay wait twisted folded about to see, the metamorphic me.
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Amazing Simone. Love the first sonnet and the line about chasing away doubts
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Very good eye Chloe. Thanks a bunch