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Sometimes I want to cut it.
The invisible read thread that ties our pinkie fingers together.
Sometimes I want to cut it and run away.
Go to the deepest of my soul, to the farthest galaxy of my being.
To find myself before finding you.
And then come back with an invisible red rope.
And tie it around our chests.
So our hearts are the ones who walk together.
Instead of our hands.


(previously posted on November 3rd, 2012)