my heart plays a metronome and my mind is trying to keep tempo though my hands are on the wheel, my feet stomp down and the gas burns faster through every yellow light and i wonder if i went even faster than this speed, would my mind just stretch to the point where the pressure wrinkles my face either way i go, i will still gain a year never would i had though t id write so deep but considering that in this state that i though t this night i will drift to sleep to the applauding rain and ill attempt to remember the dream ill have it could take days till it eventually turns into deja vu and i know ill roll over and extend my arm as though here well toast to unfamiliar faces in dreams richmond does this to me to us and this map uncharted in dreams richmond does this to
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