Surrealist's other items

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  • Runaway at allpoetry
    He hurtles down the bitumen street; his weeping eyes glance back every few metres, as I race after him. Panting through soft sobs, his movements begin to slow.
  • A reflection on real life. at allpoetry
    On the first day she told me, 'my family is coming to visit tomorrow.'