

mphshe throttles and swerves, doing seventy-four on a five lane freeway, radio blasting singing babe I'm gonna leave you.mph
he's kicking up dust that drifts across the offramp, singing can't find my way home. scuffs the ground because proper people pick up their feet.
now the highway's open like legs, and hers tremble as she pushes the pedal to the floor.
he turns his head, and barely a smile when her car skids into the restraining wall of Interstate 71.
:LOL:
Whoops
*Shrugs* And mainly I wanted to take a crack at how artistically void the so-called "emotional poetry" is.
I'll let you off in that case then
Thank you very much for putting that warm and fuzzy feeling inside of me
we live in a beautiful world
My self esteem is getting much higher
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