Running

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Before I even left the sound contrasted my eye
For what it really was.

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An inhibited land with guns and arrows; sorrow
and pain; built legs on rocks.
A pain which disguises a thresh hold
Not even a man can take.

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The wheel is an easy out for a world out of bounds
in so many ways, how does one expect to exceed
the next simpatico function in time?
The wind does not even detect this
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I would never guess a fountain would look this familiar.