Driving through on the commercial roundabout

A simple stop

Gas, food, rest

What a bright day

In the sun's valley of mountains

Until they see you

Eyes crawling

Blistering darts, piercing my heart

To scrape the soul of unknowns

They pull beside

Follow your shadow

Until the sights are no more

A drop on the tongue

They melt and fade

Into the walls of the coffee shop

Eerily pacing

To see my venture adjourned

Leaving town with quick pace

Hoping the commercial roundabout

Will end.

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