driving
the sound of the wheels
rolling over old tarmac
and the sound of wind
whipping against the windowit tells me im going places
moving spaces
making traces
my heart races
drivingh.h
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little poems
Puisithese are little poems that id never love enough to show [lowercase intended]
driving
driving
the sound of the wheels
rolling over old tarmac
and the sound of wind
whipping against the windowit tells me im going places
moving spaces
making traces
my heart races
drivingh.h