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Added 6 July 2000
Feet have trod down every worthy path
for eyes to absorb each wondrous sight.
Along each trail catharsis flowed
out through toes to make a river.
Up, and up, the river rose,
as remnants unleashed their wrath.
The entire city now suffers the blight
that from this soul is severed.
To the city soaked in the stench of a soul's sweat:
thanks and apologies, but I run now without regret.
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