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Night Rider

October 7, 2009
By Gabrielle Grigoli BRONZE, Staten Island, New York
Gabrielle Grigoli BRONZE, Staten Island, New York
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He speeds quiet, like a low breathe escaping
Rushing along the smooth black; never ending
Just disappearing into the distance
No sign of an end, he listens-
A soft whisper shivering down the back of his neck
Traveling up his arms; he guns the throttle
And flies, no longer quiet
But heavy with the freedom
He spreads his wings and flies.


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