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A Runner's Fistful of Haiku (Haiku) by HaikuMofo ---
On a Runner's High,
auto-asphyxiated
by controlled breathing.
My muscles would scream,
all but for their lack of air,
mute to the beating.
The pain in my chest,
it will be less tomorrow,
when I run again.
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