Broken doll heads, cracked branches,
and humility lost
Upon barren wasteland roads
Shoving tissue up one's nose to
hold the blood back.
It does not stop the tears though
A solemn defeat exchanged for excitement
when deserted van is discovered
Some dirt lines run for miles,
the path stretching endlessly
Hitchhikers anticipate victories
and recieve just passing glances
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