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Trippin'
Down the Interstate,
Stuffed in an SUV,
A perfect suburban one.
You shake your knees.
Mom tells you to stop shaking.
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Snooze
I got nothing.
But this.
It’s 1 AM.
But the mind’s at work.
Ideas come and go.
Sleep sweeps away all of that.
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Love
You hold tight,
Grasping til death.
Yet it gets away.
You blame it.
Or you blame the world.
Or you blame yourself.