metaphorically speaking, of course.

I’ve been told,

That I have a gift for words,

Here lie the depressing thoughts,

I keep hiding in my metaphors

so no one guesses they're mine.

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i_talk_to_trees

CA

13 years old

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  • Poetry

    By i_talk_to_trees

    Chiron

    I was running.

    Because that’s all I could do.

    Run.

    My dirty red converse slapped the pavement.

    Running and running and running.

    I was at the park now.

    Faster

    Faster I ran.

    Past tourists,

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