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I am the reckless voice of a thousand nights spent driving down highways too close for comfort when hometown familiarity was everything I was trying to escape only to end up face to face w/ cold concrete Bank Street(s) where reality was shovelled in my lungs, where fatality was imprinted on my veins & where circumstance became a real reason for those overpasses where I constantly searched for a friend.. you see, the strangers I’ve met have melted into my memory & given me such capillary strength that the whole world seems like it’s right in my own backyard too often, & it’s never too late to extend an energy to save another’s skin.. warmth now pours from their eyes & I realize that it only takes a second to change a life, a striving moment can be stretched out to last a lifeTIME! so we survive in these streets of small towns or big cities & we strive not to repeat what’s been taught to us by silver & living room screens: I am the reckless voice of a thousand days spent walking on & along sidewalks on dirt roads on early morning wet grass on those highways heading home
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Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 2:40 PM UTC
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I am the reckless voice of a thousand nights spent driving down highways too close for comfort when hometown familiarity was everything I was trying to escape only to end up face to face w/ cold concrete Bank Street(s) where reality was shovelled in my lungs, where fatality was imprinted on my veins & where circumstance became a real reason for those overpasses where I constantly searched for a friend.. you see, the strangers I’ve met have melted into my memory & given me such capillary strength that the whole world seems like it’s right in my own backyard too often, & it’s never too late to extend an energy to save another’s skin.. warmth now pours from their eyes & I realize that it only takes a second to change a life, a striving moment can be stretched out to last a lifeTIME! so we survive in these streets of small towns or big cities & we strive not to repeat what’s been taught to us by silver & living room screens: I am the reckless voice of a thousand days spent walking on & along sidewalks on dirt roads on early morning wet grass on those highways heading home
mish
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Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 2:40 PM UTC
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