The little boy
hears his parents scream
and he can get away
to his sanctum under the bed
A little girl
sees the hand fly down
and the welt begin to grow on her check
and she knows she can run
to her imaginary land inside the binding
As the boy watches
as the girl he loves fall
for another boy
he knows he can dissapear
into his knigdom in the woods
When I
this little girl
can hear my own thoughts
and hear my own dissapointments
tell me please
where can I hide
when i am running from me
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