Empty Lanes
A churn— is its set point. Longs for rasp. A race track with echoing stands. Empty lanes— but one. Rims blistering, fuel billows soot-laden air. Poise is yearned. A rupture is to be earned.
A churn— is its set point. Longs for rasp. A race track with echoing stands. Empty lanes— but one. Rims blistering, fuel billows soot-laden air. Poise is yearned. A rupture is to be earned.
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Very beautifully written - enjoyed reading this !!!