Who is She?
Sitting at the red light, on the overpass near the fort, Winter snows blowing around, reflecting my headlights back at me.
Sitting at the red light,
on the overpass near the fort,
Winter snows blowing around,
reflecting my headlights back at me.
A car pulls up to my left,
I hear a light tap on a horn
in that same direction.
I …
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