Whispering
Standing there on the bourn
out of time, events
the leaves fluttering
I fall prey to dreaming
An aspen is whisperig to me
years go by
An aspen is whispering to me
I feel the vibrations
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Running Man
Quickly pitting his wit
against an enemy
he reaches for his gun
the barrel is empty
the chamber clicks echo
Staggered staggering speed
as they close in he thinks
again which way to run
the white sedated walls
scream fear, shrinking backwards
A thorn through a window
whisperingly draws blood
as it strokes his cheek
reminding t...
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