Promise Land

Sometimes she dreams of running

so far, very far, away.

From doubts,

From fears,

From soul-draining thoughts

that chase her every day.

In hope that she’ll outrun them;

In hope that they’ll lose trace.

Believing she’d find her Promise Land

if they weren’t fucking up her pace.

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