improvised jazz at sixty miles an hour
a man alone with his thoughts
and his demons
on a Sunday Evening Highway...
my final Destination
altered by the Transformation
the slow burn Deterioration
due to the Isolation
heartbeat, like gunshots, Reverberation
echoes within this empty vehicle
also this empty passenger
thoughts of you, a Recollection
detailed facial Investigation
and eventual Realization...
you're too beautiful to ever be mine |
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