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Finish line.

Did she ever take a minute

to appreciate the moment

in blinding youth when

the skin still felt tight on

her legs and the world

seemed to be waiting for

the riot inside her beating

heart and the choices that

her next breath would bring?

You just start to understand

when the puzzle breaks down

and the spectacle on the streets

winds to a close without

pomp but filled with circumstance.

Take your time.

Walk to the finish.

It's not a race

we don't win it.

Don't hold you breath

everyone leaves it unfinished.

Take a minute

don't rush.

the moment coming

after you've seen and been it.

Calls for you to sigh and

appreciate that what's waiting

is just a world without you in it.

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paul-glottaman
40 / American
Published
Apr 18
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