All the extra minutes on the days
are catching up to me.
I want to run
but I hold my sweat,
I can't bathe for three more days.
And I wish I didn't know
it'd be okay if you caught me.
You wouldn't even tie me up in a net,
toss me in a trunk,
or even tell me that you knew
I didn't really want to get away.
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