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Travel On

Travel On

 

Inhale and close eyes for tunnels

Open up wide, into the light.

Rumbling metronome intoning,

Journey measured by turning steel.

Face, reflection bleeding into

Whisked scenery snatches – I am

Unsure of my destination

But I travel on regardless.

◄ Potato Pickers

Miles ►

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