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The Freeway


    I stare down to the highway

        The back lights bleed yellow through the night blue

            Like stars

I will never reach

                        I stare down to the highway

Embracing the wired fence

        As it blocks my path

At this moment

                                        I wonder to myself

        What if I were down there?

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