we drove into the horizon, you and me
the road seasoned and broken
tar cracks and lines that are no longer distinct
the air crackled with static
of the radio of you and me
we fought for breath, for life
for those molecues of poison air
that filled our skins
and tattooed across our fingertips
the road rolled along
no junctions up ahead
only the long road to nowhere
and yet everywhere that we want to go
you and me
123 kilometers towards the horizon
i close my eyes
(and you’re gone).
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