Leaving Time

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Monsieur,

Remember when you left your water bottle at the cafe we were at?
And I ran from you the moment you retrieved it?

Our entire friendship is like that day;
Me running.
Over and over and over again.
Until I have nowhere left to run to.
Or until I forget you.

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