Speed

Tue, 03/19/2019 - 16:17 -- rosem21

A nigh of mischief,

an adventure,

a nightmare.

 

Speed up! No.

I'll crash,

I'll fall,

the world will spin

 

But the night is young.

 

Under the full moon

through the tunnels

by the dancing lights

the wind screams at me

 

This is bold.

This is fun.

I am safe,

and I am young.

 

The pain has flung.

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