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Oct 2014
I wait from sunrise to sunrise
the perfect moment to start
hours run to oblivion
the race awaits never to be completed
each vibration of cell
makes my heart race
I wake up in the middle of night
only to forget myself
darkness lingers and then I set to run
the curling roots of past holds me tight
Every day I run a race in circle
And find myself where I started !
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