November 2, 2009
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she runs
like the river

her bare feet slap the ground
with a light pitter-patter
that mockingly mimicks
the sound of raindrops

her long hair whips around
in harsh, angry waves
like a raging torrent
of emotion and turmoil

her slender hands reach out
of the rushing water
grasping for a branch–
a handle on life; an escape
but finding nothing
like the river
she runs

away from me.

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