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Feels good and cold
as the wind purposely strides the rush I feel is so much mine My blood is pumping my hair it stands on end my skin crawls with excitement I guess the air is light and stressed the journey I take from one place to another transports my being out of sight My directional sense I cannot find I somehow feel lost yet here I still stand.
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