Celina Adrian

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"our track record"

the journey forward
requires a few more footsteps
than yesterday's Soho sprint
running shoes
don't always take us towards
the LA finish line
we might just end up tripping
over our own feet
and each other's

I want to discover
the world with her
or at least what it is like
to have a start
a place past the rod in her heart
a place where the beginning
is more than something
so complicated
that we forget
to move
at all