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Dec 2020
It's almost midnight-
the car is gaining speed
and we're passing
world after world.
There is no destination, baby,
it's all about the journey
as we fade
into the night.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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