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the ride (part I)


I rode shotgun
No one spoke for miles

Passed fields of pale blown wheat
Telephone pole crosses

Fluxing wires
I can’t forget

The daydream of death
My still reflection

Dark sky eyes
Over the quick blue

And stratus clouds
Upon my window

Inside the wind

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