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Anna Blue Apr 2015
Run
My legs like lead
All my muscles, jello
Head in the clouds
I am floating

The monotony pounds
A tune into the ground
With feet like fire
I am smiling

Lungs crying for air
But I don't care
Light as a feather
I am flying

Never want to stop
Soreness will consume
Hope this never ends
I am running
I LOVE to run and I hope that this poem conveys the beauty of a run.

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