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Jul 2015
The flood light pierces through my window
and I pretend it's the moon.
Metal on the freeway races through my mind like dreams of you.
Wild turkey and freeze-dried adrenaline,
we never slept watching and waiting under those green and purple lights.
Mia Wallace
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Mia Wallace  California
(California)   
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