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I race this high,

and I don’t know why.

It feels good,

anonymity of a hood.

My loved ones shan’t know,

like discovery of a cove.

Darkness shrouds it,

as the feeling clouds it.

Peace will not hide,

what the high surly finds.

It must have an end,

to this high I defend.

One day it will end,

and so until then,

catch me at the bend.

Peace churns,

where it burns.

Love yearns.

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