like air
from a tire
punctured by a
random
nail
on the road
you are losing
air, slowly,
the tread
of you
softening
as you continue
down
the highway,
but you keep
going,
there are no
exits
you want to
take just yet,
maybe around
the next turn,
down the road,
but for now
you keep on
rolling,
you still
have time.
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