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When the last call’s been called,
and the echo
of the drums
slow to a
pulse in your veins,
the shadows behind
the open door beckon.
Your instincts hone in to the primal yearning,
and the
darkness swallows you up,
as you roar
down the highway few ever travel,
to a place
without constraint.
...and I NEED that road right now.
ReplyDeleteI am ready but that road still goes on to come to a single line meeting a distant horizon.
ReplyDelete~and find the lost chord~ lovely, Shadow!
ReplyDeleteA good way to face our futures...without constraint.
ReplyDeleteThen what happens?
ReplyDeleteFreedom
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