The Road Buries Him
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Why does it get so complicated
when the road is contemplative
yellow lines shining back his headlights
interstate sign screaming rest stop, exit stage right

no rest for a fugitive
no solace for a refugee
losing his initiative
speeding by helplessly

His thoughts become his prison
the road his only mission
five hundred miles to go
24 hours till the next freakshow.

Dawn
Three Cheers
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