Blockage


As the blockage,

That kept us,

From being,

Together,

Started to vanish,

As if it never,

Where a thing,

As if it never,

Left a mark,

On the road,

I ask myself,

Do the white lines,

Tire Marks and exit signs,

Really mean,

Anything at all,

When you go full speed,

Ahead?


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