Eleven fifteen, quarter past. Disappeared, couldn’t last. Out of sight, down the trail. To the sea, then set sail. Far away, towards the sun. Leaving me, on the run. Bon voyage, fair thee well. Good luck to you, I’ll never tell….
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3 responses to “final escape”
final escape… flows well…
nicely done, Dylan 🤍
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…thank you Destiny 😊….
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most welcome 🤍
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