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Driving

quiet night
she turns the key
engine sputters, headlights bright
hope nobody wakes up
 
and she's gone - highway speeding
cruising up the coast
further and further she goes
hair flying free
 
stress left behind in the
dust, rolling over time
she drives - no regret
she drives, doesn't stop
 
'til the gas runs low
no money, no
plan or place to go
so she calls home
Written by rosegold
Published | Edited 6th Oct 2020
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