The rain was splattering on my face,
My specs was watering up,
Each line of the divider becoming faster and faster as i zoomed down,
Pitch black except for the moonlight and specks of lamps,
Regular friction from my dented wheel,
Wet fringe across my eye,
Water trickling down my leg,
Handphone survived.
My specs was watering up,
Each line of the divider becoming faster and faster as i zoomed down,
Pitch black except for the moonlight and specks of lamps,
Regular friction from my dented wheel,
Wet fringe across my eye,
Water trickling down my leg,
Handphone survived.
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