Tuesday 6 September 2022

Cold Cold Heart

 I fled Him, down the nights and down the days. I fled Him, down the arches of the years. 

I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways of my own mind: 

And in the mist of tears I hid from Him and under running laughter.                                                     


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