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The Last Drive
April 9, 2021
It's weird
i'd never thought i'd be first in line
remembering so vividly in the clouds,
looking for dips in the road just to scream,
trying to keep myself together to confort
others
Is giving me a headache
© Anonymous
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This poem is about my gandma who passed away. As this all went down i was lost and all i could think of was her and the things she loved.