| driving | on empty |
| aimlessly | restless |
| crazy | as the full moon |
| shadowing | reflecting |
| all that | I pass |
| is | meaningless |
| temporal | vanity |
| like | a lunatic in the land of |
| midnight | sun |
| I am | alone |
| vanishing | in depravity |
The Cleave Poetry Webzine [ISSN: 1758-9223]
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