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The sign was general, it said 'small town'
Population 400; My journey was winding down.
Memories can infiltrate faster than the wind
It caused my Civic to be thrown about
Amid clout that was my radio.

I had been here before -- this very spot
Illicit thoughts tempted goosebumps to rise
On my flesh; This dewy April's evening is soft
But rigid to my fancy.

Pouting lips
Caressed by fingertips
Stenciled on a diary once upon a time.
I can still see his eyes.

Make this end!
As I cannot amend the events of the past
Even in love, it could not last.
And I cannot be forgiven.

Beaten swiftly and painstakingly by
The place
The time
The road
The man
The situation

Penance is nonexistent
And absolution is fading into the sunset
I drive for the longing
I drive for peace.