Like highways travelling from little places here to bigger little places there
My body knows no connection nor does it care
Written upon it are years worth of pain from the fire
Like the screeching of brakes or the burning of tyres
This torso withers and stretches like leather
Winding roads crack upset by time and weather
And when my skin no longer travels my soul ripped asunder
This road will rot just six foot under.....
A New Road
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