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THE THRILL OF THE PLUNGE* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ steel tracks twist and dive, a serpent of metal coil fear and joy collide hands raised to the sky, trusting the rush of the ride— in thrill, our hearts soar cresting the high peak, the world drops away below time bends in the loop screams mix with laughter hearts race in the weightless air— then the silence falls back on solid ground, echoes of thrill linger still— brave hearts crave the next *Note:This poem was written for and published at Writer Monk for its weekly Poesy and Poise contest, August 18, 2025. This is my original poem.
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