tumbleweeds
02-20
02-20
I saw the tumbleweed between our brains, rolling on a highway in some desert, where it’s deadly hot midday and freezing cold at night. I thought I saw a sign that said how far we had to go until we got to somewhere but I guess there’s only one somewhere and that is the end.
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