It feels like driving on the plains. Sometimes more like riding in the back. Nevermind the seat. I need you to focus. Look straight up the road at the line all squiggly where the heat’s erasing what was the point where you’d bump into the sky. Watch the sun go down and you’ll never get there. Just a new line that isn’t there to get to. Watch the lights…
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