Long car rides were made for the though of you. by Jess Schwartz

Nov 2013

I tell the ghosts in the toll booths what haunts me
but when you lie asleep next to me
I hold my breath like I'm passing graveyards.

Written by

Jess Schwartz Burlington, VT

(Burlington, VT)

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