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i know this guy

Posted to Poetry




he's the driver who is always on my bumper on the freeway, cell phone pressed against his ear, weaving in and out of traffic, paying attention only to his driving ambition. He is why I left the freeways and choose the back roads.

And no reflection... true sign of a vampire. good image of those who drink the essence of life not caring that all they leave behind is void.

thanks... a good read.