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May 2019
Your feet will never outrun your heart,
Even with a head start.
You can make a home inside your head,
Making mistakes your bed.
You can triumph or fail,
Arrest or prevail.
You can shout at the moon,
Until it becomes the sun.
But you gotta move,
This is your life to run!
Written by
Jordon Rivir  28/F/Baltimore
(28/F/Baltimore)   
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   Fawn and Harper
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