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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
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
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.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
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