Hey you
If I could fly
I'd soar up high
and throw a rock at you.
It's like you shot me
though the heart
like the gun
with which runners start.
Days and nights
internal fights
Should I stay
or should I take flight?
We're together no more
and my soul quiet sore
although I yearn for forever more.
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