running
You either run for office
or you run away from cops
who want to beat someone up
give em a reason or sometimes not
or you run away by plane or train
never stay in one place too long
to make enough friends who would be there for you in the end
run like a stocking
like paint on a wall
a festering sore
something you might find ugly
but I've always found beautiful
like water, like rain
swing batter batter, swing
run home
like someone terrifyed
by the booms outside
why do we have to live this way
this can't be all
this can't be everything
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