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Dec 2024
I remember the sunlight
the morning heat rising with the California Sun
casting its shadows on the concrete
descended from the Morongo mountains
to a crowded truck stop
the morning glow on the taco bell
a longing for something
now I sit in the Maine cold
feeling the same thing
Written by
Logan
23
 
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