My heart succumbed
to a lonely open road
like tender to fire
a melancholic fancy
for a glowing death
traversing ignoring the doom
that awaits at the end
stopping at every corner every turn
reliving the memories that hide
behind milestones tantalisingly
every mile marker
a pain a pleasure
upto you to stop and hold
or let them dissapear
in the darkness following you
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