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Literary (Submission): On My Way

5/17/2017 09:50:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments

You hate traffic.
How dare the roads be still
While your heart travels light years
Away from your ribcage

You hate the sound of horns.
How dare they be as loud
As the thoughts in your head,
My thoughts about you.

I hate you.
How dare you be you,
Forty five minutes away across the city
While I’m stuck in traffic.