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Run a hand along the arc and wooden edge and a splinter leaves the grain sharp, is the pain marked by a drop of blood. Pedalling fast two feet, two circular wheels no hands, straight faced delivery, no guts, no glory,  youth and temerity, gravel bits where rubber meets the road. Trembling hand, no two, follow softly, the rolling of the satin surface, accepting, pressing for more, hands directing hands where to press in to the curve, yearning becomes burning, so much to this learning                                                              curves.
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
Learning Curve
Run a hand along the arc and wooden edge and a splinter leaves the grain sharp, is the pain marked by a drop of blood. Pedalling fast two feet, two circular wheels no hands, straight faced delivery, no guts, no glory,  youth and temerity, gravel bits where rubber meets the road. Trembling hand, no two, follow softly, the rolling of the satin surface, accepting, pressing for more, hands directing hands where to press in to the curve, yearning becomes burning, so much to this learning                                                              curves.
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
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