By Angela Ubaldo angieubaldo@hotmail.com
Date: 28 January 2001
Like riding a bycycle
loving you is like riding a bycycle,
with no hands.
i can't see,
i am going nowhere fast.
should i slam on the brakes
or keep riding to my demise.
Will I crash?
or keep sailing aimlessly,
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