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NIGHTRIDER
The steady flow
Of black tar
Under swiftly spinning
Black rubber
Wheels slow
Through a puddle
Tossing a lazy spray
Across the black
Road breaths
A sigh
Of steamy fog
A red light
The only glow
To pierce the mist
The gentle humming
The engine
The only sound
Save
The beating of my heart
The beat
The light
The soft and gentle hum
The glowing red
The only thing
That blocks me from
The freedom
Of the
Night.
- Dan Schubmehl
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