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Swift breezes rush through me, over my hands softly, under the hairs on my skin as if romantically embracing a part of me. Notes and phrases playing loudly seem to beckon someone within. Come out. Remember. Be free again. A glance connects and quickly dodges.. The road, so black with rubber, so hard with fortitude seems to soften like waves as we glide along, flying. I feel winded, straining to say simple answers, knowing there is a danger with this electric current, wading. Unasked questions, unacknowledged thought, sparks of insecurity and reckless ambitions. An innocent touch means more, a song means more here.. Flying, driving, on this road, just you and I.
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May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
Winded
Swift breezes rush through me, over my hands softly, under the hairs on my skin as if romantically embracing a part of me. Notes and phrases playing loudly seem to beckon someone within. Come out. Remember. Be free again. A glance connects and quickly dodges.. The road, so black with rubber, so hard with fortitude seems to soften like waves as we glide along, flying. I feel winded, straining to say simple answers, knowing there is a danger with this electric current, wading. Unasked questions, unacknowledged thought, sparks of insecurity and reckless ambitions. An innocent touch means more, a song means more here.. Flying, driving, on this road, just you and I.
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tara-antonini
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
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