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Nov 2015
Light and dark,

the cars stop to park,

while the driver becomes a dream.



Day and night,

he puts up a fight,

to stay at bay with his dreams.



Days and weeks,

they all seem so bleak,

while the driver becomes his dream.
Rah-Rah
Written by
Rah-Rah  21/F/Pennsylvania
(21/F/Pennsylvania)   
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   Chalsey Wilder
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