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The Blur

May 22, 2014
By Anonymous

The dirt blows against my face as the crowd begins to calm
My mind fills with the anticipation of the colored flag
The hand of a stressful man fills me with aggression
The metallic helmet confides a burning desire
Heads turn as competitiveness consumes my body
My hands clench the wheel
The flag is nothing but a blur as screams ignite the track
I am indomitable as the car propels me forward



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