Slow Motion A train crosses the valley, as I gas up and pay, and it feels like slow motion, as I pull out and drive away. The sun simmers on the mesa. Blacktop turns into waves of heat, and it feels like slow motion, a thousand miles in a couple of feet. You took that gray suitcase. My mind keeps repeating that day, and it feels like slow motion, as…
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