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Dec 2018
Throttled down no holding back

Burnt the bridges of the past

Feeling good and cruising in sunshine

Running life's freeway on full blast

High octane blowing out all the fumes

Rolling speed bumps playing some tunes

Jet like winds are blowing through my hair

Whipping up breezes and I don't care

Racing roads no detours or curves

Not braking just making a few swerves

Each red  intersection I'm moving past

Heading to my destination finally at last
Catch me if you can!  ;  )
Bea Autumn
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Bea Autumn  F/Florida
(F/Florida)   
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