The Run
As she walks along
the path
A memory never
cease to pass
Gentle as Lay's chips
she felt her fear
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Hidden in the dark
a memory of the park
Watching her as
subtle as possible
predator and prey
time to get away
Breathe in, breathe out
time to catch the pace
don't fall don't trip
Hidden in the shadows
that evil creap
hide fast or get home
whichever you choose
he's still there
Lizelle Sifwaku
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