speed 10

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speed 10 rocketing overfast

hyper run overcompensate my feet become pinwheels

i am running because everything go so fast

to keep up is normalcy, panting flecked with white bloody foam

it is a threshold understood sign the box go forth proceed

and yet they don't see the sweat pouring in rivulets

is this not normal?

check engine light on blinking flashing piercing epilepsy trigger warning 

the whole world is a trigger warning

spoilers ahead! there is no head

just a severed animated corpse lumbering lumber dead trees headstones in a copse

we watch the encroaching severity and we shrug

just a door not a corrupted force

i am scared money is scared and bloated 

i cannot find a foothold on this spinning 

green and blue and brown and white and reddened

treadmill i and the all of us are birthed upon.

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