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We are at a standstill Dead weight Anvil Rumbling engines Gridlocked In all directions Blaring horns No progression Motionless Frozen Roads are smoking Angry as fire Smell of burning tires Freedom Not for miles Seething I'm feeling wild I hate it Being held captive **** this awful traffic -V.v.V. Ds
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
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We are at a standstill Dead weight Anvil Rumbling engines Gridlocked In all directions Blaring horns No progression Motionless Frozen Roads are smoking Angry as fire Smell of burning tires Freedom Not for miles Seething I'm feeling wild I hate it Being held captive **** this awful traffic -V.v.V. Ds
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
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