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May 11, 2009
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Sundown
Shoulder my bag once again
and crush out my menthol light
Boots crunching on the roadside gravel
a black spot appears next to a faded can
Key the ignition
with a sense of purpose
And take one last look around
Isolated
Just myself and the Goldwing
living up to its name
it drives me towards the setting sun
I must catch it
racing
For my salvation depends upon it....
and crush out my menthol light
Boots crunching on the roadside gravel
a black spot appears next to a faded can
Key the ignition
with a sense of purpose
And take one last look around
Isolated
Just myself and the Goldwing
living up to its name
it drives me towards the setting sun
I must catch it
racing
For my salvation depends upon it....
— infinite_dwarf, May 11, 2009
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Dylan T.
17 years ago
I love your style here, like
infinite_dwarf
17 years ago
Thanks, man!
deelilah
17 years ago
Jess
infinite_dwarf
17 years ago
Thanks, Dee...
poewriter58
17 years ago
Jess