Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I run from inane things
I let the fire
Of morning
Catch me.
And though
I run through
The woods scared,
In the arms of the sun,
I feel safe.
9-16-11
Of morning
Catch me.
And though
I run through
The woods scared,
In the arms of the sun,
I feel safe.
9-16-11
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I run from inane things
I run from inane things
