December 6, 2010
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Running is like flying through the wind
It rushes past my face
And I don’t need a broomstick
But I am soaring.
Running gives me a clear-minded escape
Focused only on the drees
Darting past me.
The ground moves beneath my feet
And I take off
Once I stride into the perfect speed
Nothing can tie me down.
I drop my arms
My throat burns and legs fill with lead
But I urge them on and break through.
I am invincible.
So I quicken my steps again
My opponent looks
I am gone.

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