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| From the public domain |
I came for you,
all leather and chrome
with the rumble behind me,
and stole you away,
twisting the handle for speed,
your arms around me,
hugging my back,
leaning into the curves,
powering over the hills,
wild with the wind in our mouths,
freed from the judgmental world,
mad to be wreckage forever.
—with lines by James Dickey
