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Thoughts While Running
Sweat seems to seep
out
With bitterness and
burning
As it slithers down and
air
So sweet burns just the same as
if
tiny jewles and crystals line my throat
dry
All this hatred I feel seems to swell up and
like the ocean swells to the moon
out
through my pinprick pores.