05.30 am
on the road
little traffic
brain not in gear
mist lies low
on the ground,
primordial swamp
caffeine be good
but I need miles
before the world wakes
and sees me gone
autopilot.
05.30 am
on the road
little traffic
brain not in gear
mist lies low
on the ground,
primordial swamp
caffeine be good
but I need miles
before the world wakes
and sees me gone
autopilot.
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