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Summer at Midnight
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Sisyphean
Reyes Battaglia Every once in a while I figure things can’t possibly get worse. I regret it every time, of course, because they always do. Skrrt. Shit. I had my foot slamming the gas pedal to the floorboard like it was some kind of bug I was trying to
Too Little, Too Late
I keep looking back, ‘cause I just couldn't wait, we’re speeding on by, but now it's a little too late. I wanted to leave, but now that I'm gone, I keep looking back, so quickly moved on. I left that small town, got
Pondering on the Grass Hill
Here lies those who take their time Some sit on their phones, some talk, some do work, others read, few slackline, some take in the sun A place free of restraints and responsibilities Barefoot slackliners, girls gossiping on a blanket, people napping, and trees as high as one can see