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miles and miles of lonesome roads
stretch before tear-stained eyes lying upon a cold dismal ground forever saturated with the prophesies of wandering religious lunatics that take the same path West looking for the same sanity that hides from me in the distance always moving at the same consistency as my weary feet move down all of those miles and miles of lonesome roads that stretch before tear-stained eyes like coagulated briar bushes forever keeping me from a beautiful flower bed.
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