Yeah, I skate…

The wind whistles cold against my ears The pavement cold and unforgiving  My board hits the ground I’m off running to work or to school or wherever I want to go I’m free from all the hassles that scatter my thoughts My focus piercing the rim of my hat like a hawk preying on unsuspecting…

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