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I haven’t really written any poetry in who knows how long, but here’s a short one from a few years ago.
you ran to meet the moon
i ran to hug the stars
i’m guarded like the sun in december
you’re guarded like a fool among fools
you run in zig zags, trying to dodge your own bullets
i run in the ocean, making my own waves
i’m guarded like a poem in the darkness
you’re guarded like the night in a fog
you ran to say, as usual, how’s life
i ran to lie, as usual, pretty good
i’m guarded with my heart smothered in honey
you’re guarded with your mind encased in Vulcan’s Net
you run to get away.
i dance to inch closer.

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