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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
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
To see my venture adjourned
Leaving town with quick pace
Hoping the commercial roundabout
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.