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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,
endlessly;
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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