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A Sneaker

I am sneakered by you. Each idea I run with, like a runner sprinting on a track. My thoughts are stopped, like I have reached the finish line. 5 I am tripped with the laces you utter, reminding me that I am wrong. I can hear the sole of your voice creeping with doubt, as the footprints of your thoughts correct the prints of mine.

A Sneaker

I am sneakered by you.
Each idea I run with,
like a runner sprinting on a track.