Inside I see
breath and
heave and
exhale
I ran
blood pumped
and I
sailed on legs like a
gun on ground a
bullet through sand
and now I'm
old and tired,
need you to
wheel me and now
around we move
Inside I hear
ticking
but the peephole in
I lose
with each fear
each pain the window in
slides
down
down
down
Until my head
lies on the ground
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