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The plunging teardrops of rain,
are crushed against the windscreen,
as your thoughts chase me,
on silver wheels,
and purple roads,
of ribbon,
Chains of streetlights string,
brighten and dim,
flying overhead,
against the fading evening;
The sky explodes,
in an angry gray silhouette;
I refrain from looking,
into the shadows,
of your smile,
passing me by every corner;
As I add distance,
between you and me.

Nothing changes,
I know,
I still have nowhere to go,
too far away from where your memories are awaiting.

© SoulReserve 2015

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