Deconstruction

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The roads most travelled

bear ancient scars.

 

Even the sun lays to rest

within these endless chasms.

Through frost the tar rises,

revealing the dry bones of forgotten paths.

 

New highways follow,

but never meet.

 

Those left on the road respond with a babble of horns,

or the cacophonic hum of machines.

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