Road Tripping
- Jeremy Niles

 - Nov 1, 2019
 - 1 min read
 
How fantastically tragic Like a curse of heart wound magic The spell leaks from cotton-spindle tears In my heart, distracting from other earthly cares As I pass your city, only passing through And out of those millions I think of you. A woman from the past and it’s a blast to my heart, shadow cast over my mind and I wish to find some kind of peace. J. Niles


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