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Nov 2024
The sun's immolating heat
Couldn't reach me with this speed;
I drove faster than my problems' emergence
—I tasted the pleasure of smile after a while,
This moment, how I wish they would last for life,
Yet every asphalt road have an end,
Every machine have limited fuel,
And that much of speed is bound to ask for a break;
But though it ends
Let's still hope for another ride
That fate, to us, lends.

© g.sloth
I, uncharacteristically, went out of the house and it was fun.
greatsloth
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greatsloth  Beyond Eternal Damnation
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