March 28, 2010
Shallower comes my breathing;
legs pumping harder now;
wind rushing in my ears,
drowning out all sound.
Fire roaring through my chest,
fluttering in my heart;
constant thrill's the only thing
keeping me from falling apart.

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alwayskelley This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 6, 2010 at 4:02 pm
i like the poem and how the whole things like a rush on the senses and your comment's just as deep as the poem
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