Run Away Little One, It’s Time For You to Sleep

You did your work did you, now it’s time that you rest in peace.

Riku Arikiri

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some pages are empty, some are half past full,
some are left blank, some intentionally blue

what would you think of a page written in distress,
you could read it in red, but fear it if it was white

bright light, needed to tread between the lines,
you worry whether you’ll make it right through,

the irksome, tiresome pages of your life,
the ones that are still left waiting for you, boo hoo

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Riku Arikiri

It’s never black or white. Sometimes there’s a bit of spicy red in there as well.