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Betsy Dragon Slayer
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I skate...rumbling roar
thoughts thin away to the dust
tactile feet flow over waves of cement
the board carves and gains speed, a controlled wobble
faces fly by with little exchange
a pretty girl watches me
I attempt to add a relaxed grace to my movments
Betsy kicks and throws, I walk away ashamed.