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they called me queen of the roads because i knew every street in the city every avenue every shortcut they'd tell me "here's the address" and i'd get there as if i'd driven the route every **** day i had never been lost before i always knew where to go queen of the roads but she didn't know -or maybe she did- that the reason i was so good was because i was so afraid of being out of control so she took me and kissed me embraced me told me i was the queen and i believed her but then she dropped me -not before she spun the compass- and for the first time i was lost my hands were not comfortable on the steering wheel my foot was not at home on the pedals my eyes they were not used to this scenery the blinding darkness from which there was no escape because -oh thats right- she blew out my headlights too she was a hurricane and i was the driver and she locked my brakes and she pushed me straight into that tree on the corner of goose street and rose drive and that's the last there was of the queen of the roads
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
queen of the roads
they called me queen of the roads because i knew every street in the city every avenue every shortcut they'd tell me "here's the address" and i'd get there as if i'd driven the route every **** day i had never been lost before i always knew where to go queen of the roads but she didn't know -or maybe she did- that the reason i was so good was because i was so afraid of being out of control so she took me and kissed me embraced me told me i was the queen and i believed her but then she dropped me -not before she spun the compass- and for the first time i was lost my hands were not comfortable on the steering wheel my foot was not at home on the pedals my eyes they were not used to this scenery the blinding darkness from which there was no escape because -oh thats right- she blew out my headlights too she was a hurricane and i was the driver and she locked my brakes and she pushed me straight into that tree on the corner of goose street and rose drive and that's the last there was of the queen of the roads
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
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