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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

writing

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

everyday

filling my lungs

everyday

emptying my mind

sometimes

because, after all,

it would be such a waste

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