Running hard but getting nowhere,
Breathing in rain, soaking wet but I don’t mind.
Soles slapping on wet ground,
Nothing open and no sanctuary to find.
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The brickwork rough on my fingertips,
Something pulls my hair and yanks me back.
Falling and screaming, hitting the ground,
No-one near me; just an axe on the ground; hack
(Photo- my own!)
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