The road is thick
with brick red dust
and tears
and laughter
of girls,
of men,
of ruby red lips
and buffalo wings
and things discovered,
and lost.
The road is long and winding,
hot asphalt
and lead
and gunpowder black.
Get in your car and drive,
anywhere.
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