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I used to find joy in running,

but that was before I met you,

all wrapped in clouds,

eclipsing the moon.

 

Sometimes when I’m running,

I like to look over my shoulder.

I can still see the glowing clouds,

and my old home.

 

I’ve grown to hate running,

I haven’t stopped to this day.

If I run to death,

at least he’ll meet me halfway.

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