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a kid with the throaty sound of a tuned engine underfoot cuts through my sleep deprived eardrums an almost tuneful exhaust note rasps under acceleration rippling night air outside God I wish I was young again when that sound alone under my command made me feel alive
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Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 5:47 PM UTC
exhaust
a kid with the throaty sound of a tuned engine underfoot cuts through my sleep deprived eardrums an almost tuneful exhaust note rasps under acceleration rippling night air outside God I wish I was young again when that sound alone under my command made me feel alive
nigdaw
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60/M/Essex, UK.
Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 5:47 PM UTC
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