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Sep 2010
I would drive
through dull cold
through the warm
of tears, over
and down my face

if only to drive,
and disappearing into trees
still driving,
sullen
strong against the heat
to soon forget
over a mile

I will be better
I will be new
I will park in a field
and wait until
the heat
is finished
Written by
JG Reposh
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