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Feb 22
that should be me
in the seat
thighs melted into leather
hair in the breeze
once the curvy back road of your dreams
now the hometown highway that you hate
but i am the earthquake
that rips up the roads
i am the nails
in all of your tires
i am the potholes you beg to miss
see, i can be your everything
but only in your nightmares
Colleen
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Colleen  25/F
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