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Running Power
Running
I feel
Nothing
But:
Heart whipping the veins
Legs pounding
Lungs heaving
Breath chugging
Muscles relieving
And I'm accelarating faster
And faster
And faster
Till I beat the wind
My legs a blur
Sometime
My legs will tire
But my spirit flies
Yonder
And free
Like the wind
With a whoosh
And
Whoop-tee-dee...
Thursday 13th July 2017 8:44 am
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