Cries Of Conscience
Saturday, May 28, 2016
Flutter
I've chased her for years
She changed her face, her color, her hair, her skin
Everytime I think I've found her, she dashes off
But each time instead happy giggles of a friendly chase
It's tears and heartbreak.
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