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A lover's eye sees all, runner.
The heart on your sleeve beats a certain truth -
an image acquired not earned.
You escape nothing.
The emotion you flee beats louder
than your self-deceiving facade.
The lost man eludes only himself.

26 Feb 08

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This is super. hmm...I need to think before I comment further.
 — themolly

are you talking to yourself
or someone else?

nice fugitive poem.
: )
 — fractalcore

the lover is speaking actually, but it's meant to be a sort of outside look objective look
 — BoldSilence

This one needs some exlanation, plus some elaboration. Seems like a collection of duh statements.
 — Andramelach