A helping hand,
for your escape.
Surrounded by uncertanties,
you fled to the lavender sea.
Passing the quiet stream,
you rethought some things,
you stopped by the bridge.
You slept. I saw it.
Just like on your fire escape,
you slept.
"Hide me" you'd say.
As you walked pass the light house,
but you were already hidden.
I've been meaning to write you,
but it seems no one believes your address.
Some desserted island, somewhere.
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