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Parallel to the storm my beast of a motorcycle paired with the sharp edged sensations complimenting me with backfire as the October cold meets my desire to detour off my daily route with a demand for an early rise In the mirror I see a home where I belong where my lover is waiting with warmth but for now the cold is my journey cruising with the noise of the roaring tires the power of the horses and the God-like cylinders demanding spark shaking me and my world while they routinely explode petrol beneath my feet like a heartbeat that reminds me - I am alive as I pass the bridge over the frozen lake a frozen thought melts and finds a way from my heart to my mind that taking comfort kills me journeys are the only reminder that I have lived
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Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
Journey of a lonely soul
Parallel to the storm my beast of a motorcycle paired with the sharp edged sensations complimenting me with backfire as the October cold meets my desire to detour off my daily route with a demand for an early rise In the mirror I see a home where I belong where my lover is waiting with warmth but for now the cold is my journey cruising with the noise of the roaring tires the power of the horses and the God-like cylinders demanding spark shaking me and my world while they routinely explode petrol beneath my feet like a heartbeat that reminds me - I am alive as I pass the bridge over the frozen lake a frozen thought melts and finds a way from my heart to my mind that taking comfort kills me journeys are the only reminder that I have lived
alireza-zibaie
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Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
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