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Oct 23
You're like a race
A car pushing 180
But you're miles away
Driving so far into the sunset
You might fall off the edge of the world.
Every now and then
You'll drive close to my heart
Before rushing off again
Far away into the horizon.
My head spins faster than those charcoal tires
And my heart beats faster than your radio
My eyes leak like gasoline
And my mind roars like motors
Everytime your taillights become specks

Stop revving your engine
And driving round my block
If you'll never find my address
Rochel
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Rochel  15/F/STL
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