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we knew our surroundings way too well
the things people say
the way things smell
the decisions we would have made
so we drove north.
In the morning i felt like gangrene had set in.
I felt my body turning itself inside out.
But i was not bothered.
because for a few hours i was the unknown variable
we saw the lights and hoped we didn't hit the border.
or the water.
the symbols our gas station cartographer drew looked like
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i think they were stoplights.
we accomplished this right of passage
and getting back into the predictable state of everyday will be that much harder.