Fitting. Footprints.

Fitting. Footprints.

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.

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