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Created on: June 19, 2009
ROAD TRIP
Last goodbyes and lost time.
Flying down the road.
Looking for days but finding only spaces.
Vacant where things used to be.
The road was supposed to be empty
And it is.
But the wind is here and the sun.
And every so often a person to smoke with
Or drink coffee with
Or whatever.
Those moments craft a new place.
But the road is always there.
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