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Jun 2
I kept moving

a blur between places,

names half-learned,

mornings that began

already running

the wind at my back

felt like freedom,
but I never asked

what I was chasing,

or what was chasing me

I kept moving,
avoiding the silence
that carried the questions
I’ve spent a lifetime
outrunning
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