there are
other ways
some roads
i have not been
to onward to
the highways of
choices where
i may soon forget
you, passing by
those mountains
exploring some
other boundaries
a village, another
city, a hotel and
a new friend, some
conversations and
glasses of wine
or tequila and
sunrise and keys
and buses and cars.
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