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Back and forth, To and fro, Round and round. Pacing, always moving, Always changing, Never stopping. Racing, running, Hopping, jumping. Slowing down, Just long enough To seem as though The end might come. The end Of the never-ending Race. But it doesn't, Of course. It can’t. Not yet. And so all at once, With one simple word, Or act, Or feeling, Or look, The race starts Anew.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
In Circles
Back and forth, To and fro, Round and round. Pacing, always moving, Always changing, Never stopping. Racing, running, Hopping, jumping. Slowing down, Just long enough To seem as though The end might come. The end Of the never-ending Race. But it doesn't, Of course. It can’t. Not yet. And so all at once, With one simple word, Or act, Or feeling, Or look, The race starts Anew.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
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