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Pastel

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Help. I can't find the keys to my car. But I'm leaving. It's Winter. It stopped snowing after the holidays, now it's just cold, and dry, and barbed wire fence. I stare down the roads, I walk on both ends of the street. I bring my guitar to the woods, and say one last goodbye, because all these random people are invading my life. I need them to take me to the city. Because I can't find the keys to my car, and they're all waiting for me out in the blue air, and the empty trees. Driving down the evening road. The night road. Mountains. Buildings. Places I've never been pass right through, pass right by. Driving down the midnight road. The dawn road, mourning. Thinking about what I've left behind. Not thinking about anything. Talking. Listening. The radio stations don't play here. Just static. Thunder. Lightning. Another night. Where? Why? Stadiums filled with people glowing in the dark, green and blue. Hitchhikers. They don't look like us. They wear the same clothes, like half police officers half detectives. Sleeping waiting why? Why. We reach the city. It's always nighttime there we stay in a hotel. The city seems small. The TV only gets one channel, it has no name. The content always relates to something that was lost. A lost fawn, a lost child, a lost dog, a lost celebrity, a lost wallet, a lost mind. They interview the owners, and that's all we see, because there are no fawns, there are no children, dogs, celebrities, wallets, minds. Not in this city. But we stay because the apartment building is tall and modern, filled with images of amazement. I bought a notebook yesterday, and drew inside of it the


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