A Long Solo

      It came to a mountain; wide, vaste and grey.  None inside.  I drove into a traffic signal of bloodied trees.  Never rode in blue 42. Loving hate opal mushies in blue.  Aqua, I love you.  Came to industry millenials. Screaming for 22!

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