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Every time I go running,
they are on my feet.
Blue and Silver,
Pitter Pattering on the pavement,
holding tight to my feet.
Small and Blond,
keeps the hair out of my face.
Floods my book bag, purse, and nightstand.
Cheap and practical.
an old book that has taught me so much,
guided me through dark times,
and brings hope and love to me every night,
communicator
between me
and the one I love the most.