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The road itself Had not changed But the median That devided it Had shifted And what had once Been the center Brightly defined Is now A pair Of black Parallel lines Reflective Visible a strange Redaction Why was I drawn to this I circled around Ride back Try to guide the bike Between the lines And picture Quite literally What it means This new absence A shift of what Once had been Taken for granted Is it just me My life Ghost road Ghost ride From allegory To zeitgeist I am your Poster child A guy with Parkinson's Riding No hands Trying to take A picture With my iphone Pondering meaning In the middle of the ******* road
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
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The road itself Had not changed But the median That devided it Had shifted And what had once Been the center Brightly defined Is now A pair Of black Parallel lines Reflective Visible a strange Redaction Why was I drawn to this I circled around Ride back Try to guide the bike Between the lines And picture Quite literally What it means This new absence A shift of what Once had been Taken for granted Is it just me My life Ghost road Ghost ride From allegory To zeitgeist I am your Poster child A guy with Parkinson's Riding No hands Trying to take A picture With my iphone Pondering meaning In the middle of the ******* road
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
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