Sudara's listening history
Long car rides through the corn.
Leave me angry and torn.
And my lap covered in ashes.
I drive through small towns.
With my windows down.
Dreaming of fatal car crashes.
Somehow I can't decide what to do with the night.
Cursing at…
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I found a spot beside the path on the mountain of Jazz, not very far up, but the view was pleasant, so I stayed a while and and grabbed some words from the beauty and life passing at the time.
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