All you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be
Patterns Of Running
I’d consider running
If the Earth was flat
Just to reach the end of the world
And gaze past its brim
Now I keep on running
On this round shaped Earth
Sorta fearing, sorta hoping
It’ll bring me on the other side
Of you
Earth English English writings Nothing But Thieves poems poetry running Stories To Say That Are Not Songs
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