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The sun burns my knees
Its promises so steep—
The rugged burn a dream
Its failures creep
It crawls inside
the pain of a few
They all saw the due.
The sun burns bright
Against the starry eyes
A pain so bright, they say,
“Run, run it will haunt you.
Run, run they will hunt you.”
Since they know it’s a pain to hide,
They say,
Don’t bother dressing the inside
Since the sun burns brights
And it harms the eyes,
Of failure to figure,
Of wonder to trigger
And the promises made
Wishing to linger
Because the sun burned the knees
Of all wishing to flee its burning nature.