warm to delicate skin of most
sweat forming more than moist
eastern bright kissing the road
strain for horses under the hood
rolling to millions hums of bees
with watchful eyes for a police
we were four zipping wide lanes
i'm on third faster than i've been
i know we were beyond the limit
to slow down i could be surely hit
i went with the flow with fear, due
i saw a car rush with swirling blue
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