run until the blood boils.
until it bubbles life from eyes and ears.
run until the heart explodes.
until it splatters love on the cement.
run until the lungs burst.
until they gush nostalgic toxins.
run until there's no longer a bouncing silhouette on the horizon,
but a moment of realization.
March 7, 2009
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