a poem
I held your hand
And ran toward a conclusion
Even though happy endings
Are little more than an illusion
You ran with me
But saw it as an intrusion
I was swept away by love
You, by confusion
I ran toward love
You were chasing perfection
Fun house mirrors
Show tempting confections
But every one reveals
Flaws and imperfection
Leav…
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