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Raging with fire
or freezing in ice and cold,
tall and immortal.
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The Runner
Thud. Thud. Thud. The drumming in my chest matches the pounding of my feet. The road is long, my muscles are sore, but I can’t stop. I can never stop. The constant movement is barely enough to keep it all at bay. I can’t risk letting the damn break. Every image to my left. Every memory to my right. Trailing along without breaking a sweat. My eyes sting and my body reeks of perspiration. But I have to go on. I have to keep pushing.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey3 days ago in Poets
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True words! Never know what to expect!
Awesome 👍