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Dec 2015
Through the mist
Are two points
Of red light.
I momentarily recoiled
Thinking a monster
Loomed before me.
As I drove
Closer, inching along,
I came to
The realization that
The red lights
Were a monster
Of another kind.
The lights turned
Green, allowing traffic
To continue along
The vacant highway.
This monster wouldn't
Eat my body,
But it would
Destroy my sanity.
A little something I came up with while stuck in traffic.
Mica Kluge
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Mica Kluge  25/F/Appalachia
(25/F/Appalachia)   
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