Today I'm a running blade
my fugitive words run mad
they speak in tongues
I wouldn't know what they say
however, dripping acid they leave a trail
scarring glossy surfaces
almost killing human skin
I try to run down the escapées
all in vain, they outrun even a blade
fast like sparks from redhot furnaces
that's the way with fugitive words
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