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Screams,
Pressure rushes out from
Between fingertips, relentless.
My skin,
Tugging in slow motion
On the wheel, torn and scarred.
I see
The ocean pouring through.
From here, to me and you.
Rushing,
Why do I rush so furiously?
I have as much time as I need.
Enough,
Not enough, but just right
Then a crash, fin.

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