Aerobic Freedom

February 26, 2009
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A sense of rhythm returns as a hear beats into oblivion,
Legs no longer taking steps but a stride flowing into pace,
Regulated freedom riding on endorphins
To open the door to a familiar oblivion,
A pure and defiant heart waiting to greet me.

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