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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.
Published 14th Apr 2016
| Edited 17th Apr 2016
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14th Apr 2016 7:49am
15th Apr 2016 8:49pm
excellent descriptive piece - sounds so good i feel the need to go there :-)
