The Scarlett Locket

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These days

I only wish to run,

and I know

I said I would be done 

fleeing from,

chasing stuff,

burning through 

everything and anything

encountered on the asphalt.

But for once

I want my feet to 

hit the pavement 

with the ferocious velocity of a slug,

the rhythm of a flirty manakin 

or whatever groove eases a dancing mind

and pleases a scarred spirit. 

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Just know- to run in this way

would be basking in freedom.