that
takes me away from you.
a train,
a bus.
it's anything on wheels
or in the air.
i can't get away
fast enough.
to the moon i'd go
to escape your presence.
to get out of range
of who you are.
no air,
no water, no life,
no problem.
a thousand miles is
just a start
as i take another foot
forward.
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