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the road

had sharp turns

he tried to follow

the directions

were confusing

he missed some

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there were no markers

for how far we had gone

only those

to show we were finished

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they took

different planes

but they’d meet

at her level

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they left a lot

together

when they returned

it was not

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darkness is a friend of mine

when she covers

i need no others

and it’s darker all the time

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