traveling me
taking me on
a journey.
maybe if i look hard enough
i'll see her shadow on
the skyline
bright neon, like a beacon
like a calling
like a fresh breath to
a choking soul.
she'll envelop me
take my hand
she'll lead me into her
heart
the pumping and thumping
blare of car horns.
the flashing neon lights
beaconing
me
her
calling
pulling away the streets
leave me
chasing after
her.
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