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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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Up the ladder:
Reincarnation
Down the ladder:
Crystal Lane Swift? Today is your crucifixion.
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Posted: October 25, 2004 1:00 PM PDT; Last modified: October 25, 2004 1:00 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.4482355 Overall Rank: 2957 Comments:
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INTRANSIT @ 152.163.100.68
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26-Oct-04/10:30 AM
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a mugged runner?
I am out of shape. Lack of groceries has suppressed my masochism. Somewhat.
You must be on Ramamamadan, then. Don't bother. Muslim women don't have souls. That's definitely, definitely true.
I do too have a soul! I keep it in a secret hidden thimble.
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