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tired bones and tired souls and eyes that sting of smoke; hearts that beat too fast as the clock ticks round to midnight and the lights rush by the windows and your brother sleeps in the passenger seat; every bleary sunrise and the exhaustion, endless, bone-deep
1 comment on miles to go
salindore July 05, 2016
this is so different i love it
⃠callsignapolllo August 15, 2016
@salindore thanks!!
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