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Breeze


A small cool breeze brushes my face gently 

As I'm running my body cuts through the breeze 

Giving me a feeling of divine serenity

The breeze is cool

Not too cold or yet too hot

It's just right

As I run everything around me 

Fades away and is nothing

My mind like a blank slate before class has started 

No worries or regrets 

No pain or suffering 

I'm...happy

Something so rare

It feels weird 

Yet absolute

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