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Hotel California


Riding down the freeway

with no destination.

 

My feet are dancing outside the window as

Hotel California plays on the radio

 

We watch the sun and moon

play hide and seek with each other

around this new city we’ve never been to.

 

Traveling to a new and

unpredictable place at our leisure

with no one to tell us not to.

 

Feeling warmth

from the air in my lungs

and from the person driving next to me.

 

 

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