On a lonely road.
Straight and flat.
Serving dollops of dejavu.
Promising a heady ride.
Unshackled from reality.
Where art ye?
Slow me down.
Drown out the moon’s lullaby.
Collide in embrace.
And bask in the warmth of friction.
Let’s careen dizzyingly.
Towards destinations unknown.
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This is beautiful, Anantha! I love the last few lines, especially!
It looks a masterpiece. Beautiful! stumble guys online
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