The Journey Part IV.

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Vintage Words

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Keep the heart pumping, keep

air's rush gushing as though it

were time counted from here

to where rememberance will be all

and more. Scream the question at your 

muse as you careen off a threatening 

cloud: Was it worth the pain to flee?

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Run faster between uncontrollable

tears days, between rain dropping.

Nothing is worth a stop. You

knew this at starting. Long ago.

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