Fitting. Footprints. Un-replicated Chills. Both. Up And down my spine. Triple high. One Down low. Before You know it. He calls. And again. We both Forget about you Both. Again. Twice. And more. We always Seem to duplicate. Triplicate. Quadrupole. Rocks in my stomach. Wait. At my feet. Like A perpetual pulling down. To allow Me to measure How far. We stride.