Caught up on it
Racing past
Wind burnt and blackness.
Caught up on it
Running away
Wild thorns and dewdrops
Caught up on it
Hiding quiet
Bright lights and backstreets
Caught up on it
Kissed it hard, fast.
Took it to bed with me.
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Beat, Measure, Rhyme 
Could do with some right now 😏
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Tell me about it. Nearly the weekend though! 🙂
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