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Life 500

five hundred laps
till the end of our life

you quit after the fortieth

grabbing onto my tailpipe
you ride freely

four hundred fifty laps in
I finally hit my brakes

you fly off

dumbfounded
you stand and watch

slightly concerned
you latch on again

four hundred seventy
I hit them harder
making you soar

four hundred eighty
you can’t catch up

panicked now
you decide to drive again

four hundred ninety-nine
and
you expect to win the race?

© Rachel Orrick 2012
Written by raorrick (Rachel O.)
Published | Edited 28th Jun 2012
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