Time is a Short-lived Repetition
Watching
a runner
coming up
the hill
who
wasn’t even
born when
I ran
where he’s
running,
footstep
for footstep.
Watching
a runner
coming up
the hill
who
wasn’t even
born when
I ran
where he’s
running,
footstep
for footstep.
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