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Eyes of TarNicole LowI look at the tar road and wonder the route of travel does it take you routinely to desperation or to freedom, to unravel the black tar carries the load holds the heat and weight takes us to destination mode so we can all escape I walk bare foot and relish the solid ground thumb in the air and smiling will you stop without a sound? Your eyes are like tar I see into them so black is it freedom I see or the desperation soul intact The odds are the thrill will this stranger aide my path? or will the sirens be sounding in the aftermath I choose to walk the tar...
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