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Jan 2021
To be a passing thought
in your mind
Softens mine
Slowly drifting,
amongst the rest
as if in a traffic jam
They might have more urgent
destinations or
purpose, and
though I may take the next exit
The idea of your road being
reserved, just for me
Ignites my heart and
accelerates it's love
Written by
Connor Barr
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