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I was biking laps

She was running

And in that instant

We locked eyes

And suddenly I knew

The miles behind those legs

The pain of a near defeat

And the sweet taste of victory.

I knew the stinging gallons of sweat

The ache of shin splints

I knew her

The way her hair flew through the air

And I wanted to tell her


I see you

I know those miles

I know that pain

I know the glory

It's my last season too

My last shot

My last chance

I see you, runner.

Edited by Short_comedian
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Not quite sure where I'm going, but I'm going somewhere, that's for sure.

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