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If I Played Truant, When

Could, tranquility.... be found ?

If I were, to slip, beneath the waves.

Would I find, a silence.

To kill, the voices, in my head ?

Or, would the rush, of ......wind.

From twelve grand, clear my mind ?

If, I took a swing, deep in the forest.

Would you hear, the creaking, 

of the rope ?

If, I just walked away....

How far, would I get ?

Before, you knew

I'd gone......

Giajl © Jim Love