Vehicles riding down the street,
fading into window reflections as miles creep
upon each page of mysterious contemplation.
Knowing glances meet along rides of thought as
they converse and merge with extrapolating
avenues in juxtapositions.
Betraying silent vibrations of yesterday,
coalescing, bringing about ideal situations in
canyons of intellect.
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