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Mar 2013
The winter night is bitter.
Take me with you.
The old familiar sound,
Footsteps breaking forming ice.
Take me with you.
The wind picks up. 
I shudder at the destitute,
the poor and barren road.
Take me with you.
I heard you might travel this path.
I'm cold and alone
I bet your car is warm and worn,
With the sitting of cheery company.
Take me with you.
The streetlights in my distance,
Promise peace, Promise rejection.
Another hotel key,
Another dead mattress for me.
I miss the backseat of a car.
Take me with you.
I'd like to one more time,
(Take me with you)
taste the nectar of adventure.
(Take me with you)
I'm afraid though,
(Take me with you)
That if I go alone,
(Take me with you)
I'll not have anything of value.
(Take me with you.)
I want to tackle the open road
together.
It's starting to snow. 
The fire that kept me warm
has begun to burn low.
Take me with you.
Timothy
Written by
Timothy  Spokane, WA
(Spokane, WA)   
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   Cary Fosback
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