[ feeling nostalgic with your eyes glowing like that ]
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it's been a while since
we drove down the highway
at midnight.
i wish it were just us two,
just us and four hours
of circumstantial opportunity.
but i ain't riding shotgun this time
and i ain't controlling the radio.
YOU ARE READING
rolling in our graves
Short Story"backseat driver, baby. i ain't letting go." his eyes were papercut in the limelight, but she wasn't about to let that gaze fade. she laughed, "then it's gonna be one hell of a drive."
