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Feb 2016
Footsteps
Pounding the earth
Driving back
Against its never-ending spin
Wishing, urging
A half-spoken plea
To stop.
.
For just a second
Long enough to breathe
Without believing
We are wasting our time
With air.
Parsavagely Kompenere
Written by
Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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