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On The Road

I am on a familiar road.

I've memorized the scenery.

The numbers on mailboxes too.

At one point they mattered.

I am on a familiar road.

The same patterns and puzzles from years ago.

The same empy faces and fake smiles,

No matter how far I drive.

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