Her head's in frenzy.
Breezing in to the nirvana she yearns to hop right in.
A virgin for many times, it's a discovery....the delight
of resting in the bustling truck.
She feels like flying,
sensing the highway smoke as a fancy perfume.
Barely appeased, she held out her playful head,
I caught a fleeting look, the unusual.
She worshiped skyscrapers.
On a hundred, she's barely breathing,
her hair dancing frantically.
Shimmer of color spectrum glides through her
wet eyes. A whimsical instant of adoration...
Before she aches never to come back home.
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