"Everything is a poem
The tar:
Pregnant and swollen with liquid
It bursts and breaks
This crumbling black
The fragility of this all-knowing ground"
"You want honest?"
"As per usual."
"I hate it. You are trying way too hard, man."
"What do you mean? It's about potholes."
"Exactly."
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