heading hight into the sky
only to dropp you at the top
speeding around curves,
up and down small hills
in the made path.
getting slammed up against
the wall of your seat or
the other person in the seat
with you.
the rush of the wind, rush of speed,
rush of adrenalin, leaving you wanting
more and more
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