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I rode the bike, this afternoon four.
I knew my destination as I open the door.
Stroke the pedals, turn and steer.
Drive against the wind without feeling fear.
Pass through the bridge, pass through the shore.
Pass through the playing children beside the store.
There I am now, at the intersection.
Rush to full speed without a mention.
Race to the highway without hesitation.
One wrong move, end my life's duration.