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I am still in motion, The cogs nestled deep within my lungs still turn. Despite the lack of air, I find my breathing, Remains steady like before, Steady like the motor cars, Steady - though my tank is near empty. I keep driving, Waiting to crash into you, So are hearts may fuse together, And our lips, May finally meet. I keep driving, Searching for a sign, Following the lamplight, And cats eyes. My fingers clenched, With naive anticipation. I keep driving, Trying to take control, from the backseat, "Are we there yet?" I scream, like a child, immature. But there is no response, I've been given the silent treatment, For we've already reached, our dead end.
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
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I am still in motion, The cogs nestled deep within my lungs still turn. Despite the lack of air, I find my breathing, Remains steady like before, Steady like the motor cars, Steady - though my tank is near empty. I keep driving, Waiting to crash into you, So are hearts may fuse together, And our lips, May finally meet. I keep driving, Searching for a sign, Following the lamplight, And cats eyes. My fingers clenched, With naive anticipation. I keep driving, Trying to take control, from the backseat, "Are we there yet?" I scream, like a child, immature. But there is no response, I've been given the silent treatment, For we've already reached, our dead end.
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Pushingdaisies
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
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