Empty Streets
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Empty Streets

We’ve been accelerating, not knowing our destination but trying to get there asap.

The road might be empty, but seems more narrow than ever and we are going much too fast.

Stop signs. Don’t stop me now.

We feel forced. We shift gear, but we aren’t ready to slow down.

The next street light is red already.

My beard itches beneath this fucking face mask.

How many more red lights till

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