I was on a run,
From the shadows of my doom,
Amidst the woods,
Beyond the hues of blues,
I found thyself,
Long lost around the maple trees,
With the red dahlias and hope,
I built there myself a home,
Far beyond the forsaken past,
Close enough to the strings of
certainty,
Leaving behind the trails of toxicity,
I dwelled amongst the shades
of glee,
Where all the metaphors
appeared authentic,
And all the lost dreams felt
coming true!
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