A mandolin to massage your meandering mind.
you expect the soda to have a good carbonated kick to it.
but the soda is flat.
the frown of a lonely soul through soda.
hopes have been smashed but reformed good as new.
the man has begun his run.
you must notice he is running after you.
its so easy to be caught.
so much work is involved in escaping his wrath.
the future looks dim through the window but there's still a breeze blowing for you
the weight of your world swoops down like a hungry owl.
can you run?
will your tender body move?
i know you can run.
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