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Apr 2014
"On summer nights the world,
Moves within earshot,
On the interstate with its swish,
And a growl, an occasional siren,
That sends chills through us,"

As we drive by finding a new dream,
Trying to size every opportunity,
To feel alive again,
Breathing heavily,
Foot leaning ******* the gas pedal,

Driving toward a new success,
Realizing its one we already have,
Still driving forward pushing it to the max speed,
We will all die someday,
Why not now,

So we dash full speed ahead,
Letting the alcohol numb our minds,
As it seeps through our blood,
No one will know until day,
It's already 11:59 day won't start until another minute so we best be going,
-Zalea
Albero Centrale
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