I never hear the the word, "Escape".
For my blood quickens, at the prospect.
A sudden expectation.
A attitude, flying high.
I never hear of "Love" abound.
From a Friend, never battered down.
And I, tug forcefully at the bars,
Of your heart, April.
Only too fall, again.
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