High Beam Daydream

Go where the road untangles and unfurls by those cliff side views over those blue curls lit only by those high beams off those white pearls. Only sense of direction is the road ahead no going back just only forwards instead as going prevents drifting to the sea bed. The white sea foam crashes amongst the shore those high beams persist only for Salvadore the light bends around the corner then no more.

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DavidNaumann

24 / M / Missouri

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