Escapades…

Running towards solace or

Running away from peril?

Miles of mind cleansing

Threatens a hard soul

With soft whips of relief…

Scars to be saved,

So the mind doesn’t dislodge the agony?

Or scabs to be savored,

So a healing quill can weave its magic?

 

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