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Jul 2018
I climb on the back of his motorcycle
And he looks back at me, and says
“Hold on tight”
Suddenly I’m flying through the city
I feel so alive
Why can’t I always feel this free?
It felt good, while it lasted
kyss
Written by
kyss  Ottawa
(Ottawa)   
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     ---, Barker and Lily
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