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I see these endless lines
the memories lasting through time.
I hear this curious sound
the sound of silence healing the wounds.
I feel the same old vibe
that heartbeat's funky gibe.
I dream of the future
as a sea of strange adventures.
I taste this sweet flavor
of imminent deliverance at the door.
I adjust my scratched tie
preparing for the final fight.
I step on the gas pedal
behind me sparks of fused metal.
I go forward eyes closed
the glow of red light trails withdraws.
I try to move my limbs
but it's like the bed is full to brim.
I wake up to the smell of dahlias
after 7 years in a coma.
