Crisp air and dead leaves
Heavy breaths and chapped skin
Flying tears and clenched fists
Soft dashes with a quick pace
My legs are heavy,
but I run with my unsatisfied heart
My mind is playing games
Leaving me with a temporary high
The universe and I as one
Repetitive counting from one to a hundred
Synchronizes with my breaths
The tapping of my feet propel
Till my heart has its way
And the measures get longer
Until my pace is cut off
Heavy breaths and chapped skin
Flying tears and clenched fists
Soft dashes with a quick pace
My legs are heavy,
but I run with my unsatisfied heart
My mind is playing games
Leaving me with a temporary high
The universe and I as one
Repetitive counting from one to a hundred
Synchronizes with my breaths
The tapping of my feet propel
Till my heart has its way
And the measures get longer
Until my pace is cut off

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