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Running

The wind lashes at my face
Pushing me farther behind
I take a deep breath and push back
Breaking free of its strong embrace

The sound of heavy breathing is all that you can hear
The sound of shoes hitting the hot steamy sidewalk
Smack, Smack
I keep going
The end is near
And beginning so far away

With each step I swing my arms faster
My legs come up higher
My strides are longer
I keep going
Can’t stop now
Or else….
They’ll lap me



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