June 4, 2012
By Anonymous

I look to my left, then right.
Five competitors on the line, their breath shows in the dark.

The lights beat down on us, my heart beat rises.
The gun fires off and my mind sets forward.

Step by step we run side by side.
Fighting for number one, tensions rise, legs cry.

One winner can come out,
only one will be the strongest,
the fastest.

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