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Time Feels (Poem)
I want to go driving round the city
Or something
Something like somewhere
Cause I got the ring
Of nowhere
Wearing my head
So step out
Step out on
The route
So well worn
In grooves
Of torn tattered shoes
Break pads are bad news
But driving
I’m driving I’m diving
Into paint stains
We left
In rains
Bereft of sorrow
Yesterday storms tomorrow
Makes these streets an ocean
That I ride on
In kaleidoscope wheels
Time is time was time feels
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