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Jul 2018
My body
Arrives,
Still
Hot and
Driving
The beat
Of my run.
And the Practice
It finds there
Is more rest
Than rhythm
More stillness
Than shifts.
And I breathe
Into body
Over and over
As my mind
Insists
We move on.
Scorpius
Written by
Scorpius  Lafayette, LA
(Lafayette, LA)   
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