There's desert all around, and there's frost upon the trees. The road in front of me is shimmering in the heat, and I'm not sure it goes beyond that first mirage. But there's a silver-blue low-rider with its engine gunning and I think that it's waiting for me.
Rabbit Hole
There's desert all around, and there's frost upon the trees. The road in front of me is shimmering in the heat, and I'm not sure it goes beyond that first mirage. But there's a silver-blue low-rider with its engine gunning and I think that it's waiting for me.
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