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Mar 2014
Run
Ice in my lungs
      Fire in my limbs

Fly, Soar
       Soles brush the earth
       with teasing kisses

Pounding
       Rushing

Lightning
        down my fingertips
        Heart rattling tempo

Won't stop
        Every bleeding breath

                   *Exhilarating
(c) Jesse Bourque

******* it feels good to run just for the sheer joy of it. First one in a while.
Jesse Bourque
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