- The bright powder
clouds the air--
it settles on runners'
hair, like dust.
Music pounds
through the crowd,
and then,
we are off.
- I'm so tired of the
rain falling softly
on the ground,
Just enough to
make my feet
wet, but not
enough to let
me drown.
- The letters taunted
me. Only the click-
clack of keys under
my fingers gave me
comfort when my
bones started to
come alive.
A breeze
full of a million
thoughts trickled
through my mind,
beginning
to finish a masterpiece
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