the water hits my face
a feeling like fuzzy caterpillars
in my stomach
thoughts falling up and down as the
wheels propel me forward... away from you
Christa Midcap
11-29-01
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| water hits the windsheild the water hits my face a feeling like fuzzy caterpillars in my stomach thoughts falling up and down as the wheels propel me forward... away from you Christa Midcap 11-29-01 |
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