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Random Poem:

Come Run Wild With Me
TheGrey

Come run wild with me and
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follow me laughing in the dark.
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Walk like a deer at dawn and
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whisper to me with bat's wings.
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Do you remember when you
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loved me? Can you unscrew a
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tiny jar of discontent and be
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done with your icy, cold anger?
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Come my Love and one day,
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We may both realize the space
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inside us is filled just one way.
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Come run wild with me and
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rest the burden of bitter pride.
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One day you will realize what
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you threw away this hot July.
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but until then, just be with me,
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tying up hope in gossamer lies.
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One day your blue eyes will wet
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your cheeks with a few salty tears...
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But will the tears come quickly
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enough before I move from here?
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Or die in a Simon & Garfunkel cut?
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Winter's hazy shade, cerulean blue...
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The cold will find you shivering.
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Six months will fall on you like a lead
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rain; driving, stabbing, stinging.
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You don't know the cost: how to count
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it or accurately calculate it. Cost
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is an idea foreign to you in money or love.
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If I live, I will be colder, stronger,
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thinner, driven to the revenge of living well.
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You'll have found someone else;
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Spiting me while treating yourself spitefully.
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Come run wild with me and
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love me that way, foolishly again.
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Weigh my actions, forgive my
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words, and call the madness off.
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You carry your threadbare heart
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on a knife to satisfy a tyrant ego.
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It's not to late to swallow your
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foolish pride and bring yourself
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back to me but I know you can
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And won't. perhaps ever? Who knows?
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Come run wild and free with me and
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let me love you the way I used to.
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