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Inexplicabilis

Hearts beating to the sounds of steps
Pounding on the sidewalk
Running running running
Too fast, too rushed to talk

The pace speeds up
As I stand still
On damp green ground
The chase is the thrill

To watch the clouds drift by
Furrowing in the rays of sun
Gray days by shining stars
Overrun, overrun

I don’t know my place
Nor where I belong
But isn’t that what this is meant to be?
Nothing (in our hearts) is wrong



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