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Vespertine freeway

A dystopian screenplay

I’m a grain in the sand

Shaped by your hand

A transcending man

 

Bound north where you flow and hover

I follow

Run for cover

 

Aurora

 

The other hemisphere

2002 was the year

Did we meet?

 

Tundra and badlands

Cold steel, cold hands

Did we meet?

 

Aurora

 

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