The 51st Hole
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There's a hole where the highway used to end.
And we're all used to ends, []
These city lights sweep the panes,
escape, die into the haze.
Run while you can, skip the road and wonder the woods;
it's the only way to beat the game!
One day, we'll be on the same line, and most trails will have led full circle.
Go on, lead on!
Hell, you're dead wrong!
Every time.
In or out, it's here. We've returned to redeem ourselves.
One day.
One day it'll be light out.
One day.
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