Sadie

 

Sadie's running,

Maybe not towards

This end of history,

I can feel her lilt,

and that of a boy

I knew.


They're both victims of

Something I can't ascribe.


They're running,

It's a fix.

I hope they see things

that fill them with

eternity's

wings. 





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