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days. -- would appreciate feedback.

Posted to Action Poetry

everybody's a slave to a million miles past.
see the road run like a crazy-eyed girl.
there's an egg tripping over diamonds, ripped,
like yourself yesterday.
you can't forget it.
but tomorrrow will be different you tell yourself.
see you then. i'll talk to you then.
but don't try and confront me now.
i'll just look through you and tomorrow will turn into yesterday.