cheerful yelps and applause fade into the unwinding road behind us
as we increase speed towards the rest of our lives
i’m much too wound up in the concept of a promise, a string of words put together so perfectly
like the silver trinkets clanking against the asphalt
underneath a plate that reads “JSTMRED”
i notice the dead end just over the hill
you keep your eyes on the road
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC
cheerful yelps and applause fade into the unwinding road behind us
as we increase speed towards the rest of our lives
i’m much too wound up in the concept of a promise, a string of words put together so perfectly
like the silver trinkets clanking against the asphalt
underneath a plate that reads “JSTMRED”
i notice the dead end just over the hill
you keep your eyes on the road
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