<>my dear skate,
when i wear on you ,i am so self-satisfaction that i am on the eight loving wheels.
i can come forward and backward,turn left and right without farraginous thinkings,
go wherever i like.
nobody can bother me.
when i was playing in the wind alone, i feel peaceful and vernal.
i love my skate,witch give me mirth and a wider ,unattached void.
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