Running
writing in the margins
hiding on the page
schooled in imperfection
cowering with rage
following the guidelines
living by the book
simulated blindness
terrified to look
frozen indecision
powerless to choose
diagramming failure
satisfied to lose
putting off beginning
steering clear of ends
intimate with strangers
insecure with friends
fleeing ever faster
running short of breath
sprinting out of childhood
hurrying to death
lying in the postscript
bleeding from the heart
living in the margins
dying from the start
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