Autumn's angel

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No reality could beat the acoustics of my guitar. I immediately left Sebastian's door step with a couple of hello's and goodbye's. I heard the door shut, locked, and left behind. "Bon voyage, do as the Roman's do.", I talked myself.
I walked through his autumn 's lawn. Crunched leaves settling the every footstep my heart made. Home economy, i guessed. It was 12:30 sharp and my shadow was following. My hand reached for the corner pocket of my jeans and grabbed my only key.
Just one kick start and baby blue finaly breathed, my horse in the making. He definitley knew how to eat, but that's okay.
I promised the world that i'd slice horizons on my vertical stemming. My arms would bleed to the roots and ground.
my well being would feed mom, and dad would lay a shine to a new tree.
Time does not matter, it's not real. We shift through realities like graphic pages. A camera shooting for that one kill. Living was the best thing, and so was dying.
My car and I we're slowly moving like a film strip, down the road, I began to pick up speed.

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