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. 

 

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