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Nov 2019
Bright white lights
burn my eyes at night,
makes me wonder why
I have to drive like
it’s all my life.

They sear my retinas,
so, I flinch.
as a loud *** trucker
passes by real quick
and this other ****
just sits
on my ***
making it hard
for me to see anything
driving home on this
over illuminated highway.
Graff1980
Written by
Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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     IrieSide, Lora Lee and TheIdleOwl
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