Everyone is
doomph doomph doomph
quickly past; breath
ha! ha! ha!
or
haaheeeh haaheeeh
Some people's legs are locking back
in ways that concern my own
vividly vague
recollections of injuries
Oh please don't do that, I unavoidably think.
I wonder if you will write about them, in the coming days
You probably will
I wonder if I will dance about them
Perhaps not about them, but certainly for them
Knowingly and blindly.
Like performers (when sitting in the front row), it's
nice to hear their breath
Although certain runners' rhythms make me feel perverted.
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