Well...
Says the person
Very nice,
I am sure,
With whom
An exit
Was impending
The reasons
too many
To count...
Well, says she
I cannot be
Talking to one
Says my fam
Who is not
Aligned to
The same stars
As I am.
To which I go
Oh no
That's too bad
My legs
Hypothetically
Running the
Fastest
They ever can
Over the mountains
And the lakes
Where one
By themselves
Does their choices makes
No pressure
And no commotion
Only a land
Of peace
And devotion.
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