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Long drives, music, coffee and cigarettes,

Moving forward, not looking back to see any regrets.

Wind in my hair, horses in fields,

Traveling light, no need for weapons or sheilds.

Watching the sunset, love songs blaring
through the speakers, on full blast,

Inhaling nature, my mind is in slow motion, whilst my car is moving fast.

Driving down Highway "Peace of Mind,"

Final destination: Solitude!
This is where "Me" you will find!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
You can chop the head off a snake and still be poisoned by its fangs
The lifeless body of a wasp with its motionless wings can still sting
A dead heart can still burn and love still dance in its flame
And in the silence of the ghost of its echo I can still feel your name
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