When our rubber hits the road ...
~ I long for more tread on my tires, and a different life story would be nice - to better explain the now parts; that's not how it's meant to be, but it's how it is.
In quiet corners of our mind of the lonely night, where shadows dance from a waving curtain that lets some moonlight come in, there exists a longing – a yearning to transcend times we had and switch-…
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