Beautiful boy,
do not think-
not for a single second-
that you can ever
outrun my love.
Do not try to
leave me,
dust caked,
behind you,
for though my legs
grow tired and
my lungs burn
within me,
I will never stop
chasing you.
I will be there
in every gasp for air,
every heavy exhale,
each footfall and
every reach of your arm.
We will finish this race
together.
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