There's not far to run
Streets are burnt in the sun
long weary eyes under you
As your exhausted lungs push
Be brave your soft ways
secrets some invisible desire
concoct the reply to a question
That keeps the restless unstill
There's not very far to run
I'll not run after you
The street has already absorbed
enough of me
tenderness slowly touches
the veil of curiosity
Eyes try to steer clear
just compass arrows
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