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[finestrascurita]

your ghost in the seat beside me
pushing 80 on the highway
trying to get away from this place

but the memories they string along
like tin cans from a wedding car
and I cant leave the past behind

acid tears in worlds of worry
snowstorm blisters
hot blood of fury
anger tangled in my hair
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I stumbled upon this old poem I had written... I rather like it :-)