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Overpassing Highs

Uncertain of when 

We’ll get our next wind,

We allow it to fill our lungs,

And we hold our breaths,

Enjoying this blissful high,

As we become intoxicated

On a cocktail of adrenaline 

And gasoline;

We begin to speed

Past the buzzing streetlights,

Flickering as we continued to drive


Poem by Fin

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