Travel


Lines streak by on pavement, their counterparts
likewise, but these lines are held up by slim
wooden statues that resemble humen.
this journey seems endless; fffffff wah ffffff wah

Nodding off, the barrage of wind ease-ly
sneaks into the secure matrix and
into the ever-receptive matrix of
Perception

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