Speed
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.
This poem is about:
Me
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