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Feb 2017
It’s heavy rain tonight
The road is so dark there aren’t any headlights
But along the rain are flashes of lightening and thunder
We have taken a forbidden route
It has been said those that take Route 8 never return
Route 8 has not been driven down for years
The reason being fears
Road signs say, “Turn Back” and other signs continue on if you dare
The clock on a old building says, “No time to spare”
But it’s fate that doesn’t care
The road being its own detour
Minutes have quickly accelerated into the hour
The road took hold
Drivers are all bold
Route 8 has turned into a final conclusion
The minds are working like its all an illusion
The road being its own consolidation
Evil welcomes having no appreciation.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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   Micahel De Tomasso and ---
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