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HIGHWAY TO THE HORIZON
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the asphalt hums, a black tongue hymn—
each mile chewed, spat behind.
dust curls like thrown confetti
where the land exhales its heat.
no destination, only the chase:
sky stitching itself to earth
with invisible thread.
the radio dies mid-sentence.
you press the gas~
the horizon flinches.
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