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A whistling in the air, powerful, thirsty, compelling one to stare. A shift of a gear, and away he flies, a blur in one's eyes. A scream of power, of love unseen, as he rushes down the mountain ravine.
Soaring through the air, heart pounding and beads of sweat flying from my forehead, the screaming line above my head, the air throwing my hair and rushing through my clothes,
Have you ever been so cold, you could not sleep? Have you ever been so cold, you could not eat? Have you ever been so cold, it hurt your teeth? I've been cold. -PoetrybyRileyAbbott
My eyes count the striped white lines In the middle of the street. I speed and the lines zoom by faster. Making my eyes shake Back And Forth. Unable to count anymore, They become a solid line.
All I need is speed The adreniline in me not drugs, miles per hour
Speed That’s who I am Or at least who I want to be I stand at the line My heart racing Waiting Breath after breath For the sound that will set me free Then BANG
I neither love nor care what they say about me I am my own and my own is me I am the one who will decide where I go I am the one who is traveling this road
needle's talking ninety, meter shaking from the volume, windows pulse and this beat-- strands whip over my eyes, windows low and this breeze.