You sprint so fast,
I fear it's a crime.
Your speed, unsurpassed,
like a gem in its prime.
May this moment forever last,
where the wild thyme climbs.
In joy we're steadfast,
like laughter in mime.
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Author:
Lionessence (Pseudonym) (
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