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Groggy mind, lost within the self
In the swelling tides of peace
Though tears try to flood

I will not allow

The dehydrated tears fall
because I have allowed the end

The tombstone marks the end
Of the Highway where I leave
Off our path and onto my own

Bal’dons on my back
Black leather armor
Caressing my scar field body

I spit on the Highway
Before continuing into the dawn
For now, let there be light