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Hwy 7
I drive this canyon daily
With its curious mountain air
Steadily creeping through me
Subtle and intoxicating
She demands worship
Her walls demand sacrifice
No more than a month passes without the sight of mangled metal crossing my path.
I suppose that is the price to live in the breast of something divine
Something beautiful.
With its curious mountain air
Steadily creeping through me
Subtle and intoxicating
She demands worship
Her walls demand sacrifice
No more than a month passes without the sight of mangled metal crossing my path.
I suppose that is the price to live in the breast of something divine
Something beautiful.
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