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Beating Heart Packed

I want to run

Far into the unknown.

To vanish, into a speck.

Living until the air

Is stolen from me.

I wish not to know

The outcome,

The beginning,

Or the End.

Only to be present

For the journey.

Taking a train,

Or walking the way.

Alongside batman,

Or teleporting there.

To my never land,

Where there is no turning back.

No questioning.

No existence of doubt.

Only a suitcase,

With my beating heart packed.

Marena Hussein, White Oak

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