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On eight wheels

A lot to say, have said almost nothing

a lot to feel, but I couldn't allow

surfing on the streets

trying to make life excited

on eight wheels


trying to make it poetic

paper, rock, scissors

but it hasn't been that easy

no one told it would

and I am thankful

for opening my eyes


filling my lungs


emptying my mind


because, after all,

it would be such a waste


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