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the first time I ran, mother says, was because I didn't want to be held on to, so I broke all grasps and fled as children do and not remember afterwards, why the last time I ran was yesterday, cajoling myself to alarm beeps, like a break in habit, slow, tired and then in rhythm, but not like a first time, or a last, tedium did joy pass by? the running gods didn't reply.
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
first, last run diary
the first time I ran, mother says, was because I didn't want to be held on to, so I broke all grasps and fled as children do and not remember afterwards, why the last time I ran was yesterday, cajoling myself to alarm beeps, like a break in habit, slow, tired and then in rhythm, but not like a first time, or a last, tedium did joy pass by? the running gods didn't reply.
snehith-kumbla
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
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