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Fading motorbike

Trembling
Like a child
I run, a little farther
And there is home
Shaking and numb
I can still feel his hands
Holding me against his
Foreign, unknown, cold
His body, a territory I know not
This stranger who holds me
For what seems an eternal time
I pray, for that is all I know
Afraid
Will he take me away?
And then he leaves
I can still hear his motorbike
Fading, the wheels crashing
An eternal ring in my ears
I run, a little farther
And there is home
I am safe
Still, hearing the sound of his fading motorbike
Farther and farther, until no longer…

Posted by lili on September 1, 2007 1:16 AM |

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