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Where the pavement crumbles

Down the road we tumble 

Fumbling mouths round out the awkwardness 

"It's a nice night..."

The yellow lines and evergreens work together to define our path 

"Could you slow down a little!?"

How do we forge this river? 

Narrow bridges and narrower minds keep us divided.

Sounds of the road tear into the car as we sit yet fly 

Relative motion makes us woozy 

We stumble toward the pavement's end 

◄ The First

Growing pains ►

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