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Feb 1
the things he was running from
were the very first things he packed
and the things he was running toward
were always distant and obscure
but still he ran and ran
until one day, he didn't
one day he stopped
and he fell stagnant
and he died
a living death

and so he ran again
jordan
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jordan  47/M/the foot of the mountain
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