Running.

It's a wild hunt,
I am the prey.
Moments of my life
flash like a dream.
The beauties I see
give me reason to flee.
One more step,
then I can breath.
I hear the shouting
ferocious & near.
For a second I thought,
what do I have to fear?
But my legs won't slow,
my heart hums so smooth.
It's comically natural
when I'm running from you.

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