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Carlos Garbiras

Jan 14

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Running on Fumes

Drowning in the heat of scorching regret

Photo by Hin Bong Yeung on Unsplash

I’m running on fumes.
Trying to find tunes
that keep me going.

I am running on fumes.

Last night I spent all my gas.
This morning my car won’t start.
But to the oasis
I’ll run and walk.

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Carlos Garbiras

Storyteller sorting out the deeply ingrained neurosis of a topsy-turvy upbringing in Colombia.|| garbiras.me || Unequivocally Ambiguous Cultural Critiques

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