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The song is playing louder than the cars passing slowly in the street. The melody is choppy, fast, and free-way friendly. Chorus, line, verse, until the bridge arches across a cloudy sun setting sky. It swerves in and around the purple shaded houses standing steady in the bitter air. Climbing to a crecendo before falling fast with the sad shimmering flakes of snow. It ends, concludes, dies with one last steamy breathe, waiting to be picked up once more in the wind of a quick getaway.
Content, incomplete, envious, accomplished.
Content, incomplete, envious, accomplished.