Miles to Nowhere Malissa’s wearing her summer dress. A silver locker hangs on her chest. She’s likes Flagstaff. and her horses to brush. I miss the dinner chaff, the evening walks in the hush. I filled the tank and left her behind. I’m doing the long roads to empty my mind. Got miles to nowhere in front of me and I’m staring at the road heat on One …
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