i love the chase.
weak knees,
butterflies,
dizzy head.
sweet
feverish,
innocent,
playground chase.
nothing but that face inside of your face.
no one but someone, and someone alone.
pounding
heart,
heavy
breath,
infinite
smile.
i haven’t ran in a while,
but i will chase you if you want me to
John O'Callaghan
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