There is no road, though Frost told us so and it is cold tonight and I have no place to go.
Home is but a ride away, cigaretteโs are in the ashtray, dried, and I do not smoke them each day not since my last try.
My bed is clean; white and tidy, thatโs the third time since Friday, Iโve planned ahead this week but not taken it lightly, theyโve left me lonesome and unmanned.
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