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Run Away

Born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts. I started writing poems as an outlet, when I was 11 years old and just continued on. I think I have evolved to spoken word. Soon hoping to have several short books of life.

The emotions run higher than the Kilauea volcano exploding. Red hot running lava was the red flag. Get out while you can before you can't escape. The lava keeps flowing like them extraordinary lies after lies coming out your mouth. Do you see where this is going? You gotta run away when them flags turn red. Run, run ,run you stop at the crosswalk, looking back all you see is -----------. You see nothing because you took the right turn and got away. Never look back and get to that boat to get away from that red hot steamy lava.

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