An opening....
To be allowed in the walls of confussion, guarded trust
Rolling the pavement, carving the turns powering the hill
Side by side
Bliss to be with her
To see her smile, the gleam of those deep blue eyes, watch her body become on with her machine
Feed her soul
Cycle!
Bliss!
The mind of insanity controlled by cycling.
Lines of Bliss
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