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Second Thought
I kissed your picture on the dash
gasoline on 67th, shut my eyes with all my might
face my last death, ignition turned
buckle up; driving to Valhalla tonight.
sometimes less words is worth more, to describe regrets of a life lived in hindsight
the final spike in that slippery railway, recapitated hitch-hike thumb slows me down
enough to get a break, aboard the tunnel with the light so far...
Wednesday 4th February 2015 8:15 pm
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