time allowed itself such substance
on highway 101 i
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approached a fog easily one knee
leaned against the steering wheel
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reality was lacking inside a
wrapper started out the window
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couldn’t agree on a song perhaps
what was missing inside a
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handful of trees allowed themselves
swallowed i would never do that
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pressed on through singularly
white moments lifted metal being
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what was inside was white and
full i thought to mimic
de-rendering 
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