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men with anger fused with patience standing at their red light stations Flying on the freeway heaven I-10 west and half past seven smoothly gliding to my home nighttime sings with traffic moans driving under bridge-forged caverns red lights make me sit in patterns looking at the saddened faces I met the I-10 homeless cases cups in hands speak speechless phrases fill the street in endless mazes there and with my own conviction signalled him my own intention rolled my window to the line and gave my brothers peace of mind drivers thumb their nose in spite never knowing what it's like watching no one do what's right
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Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 2:04 PM UTC
interstate 10 red light stations
men with anger fused with patience standing at their red light stations Flying on the freeway heaven I-10 west and half past seven smoothly gliding to my home nighttime sings with traffic moans driving under bridge-forged caverns red lights make me sit in patterns looking at the saddened faces I met the I-10 homeless cases cups in hands speak speechless phrases fill the street in endless mazes there and with my own conviction signalled him my own intention rolled my window to the line and gave my brothers peace of mind drivers thumb their nose in spite never knowing what it's like watching no one do what's right
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Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 2:04 PM UTC
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