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07/10/2020

The road stretches
To a blur
The horizon
Shows no hope
Hurtling towards
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Stones rattle
And spray noisy dust
Sonny and Cher
Croon on the radio
I stare at my feet
Pressed against the dash
Chipped dark paint
A ragged healing scar
Missed blonde hairs
Glint at sunset
I examine your profile
Crinkled eyes
And dry lips
The mole on your neck
I close my eyes
Sigh
And smile
As we hurtle
Towards
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