The Biker
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you can get so good at moving on that nothing seems to matter
I loved riding my
bike as a child. It offered
me a new world view.
I was fast and free.
Then we put cards in the spokes,
and I motorcycled.
I cut corners like
a politician and wore
aviator glasses...
I could have passed my
driving test, last year - but nooo
- for once - I was chill.
I'm sure the trauma
of my laziness will scar
me, but - maybe not.
Sometimes I'm
SO resilient that people
think me uncaring.
Warning: People may
be far more emotional
than they might appear
Copyright © Anais Vionet | Year Posted 2020
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