Hot asphalt
could not care any less
about the caked on blood
and bits of fur
adhering to its surface.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Offline) - Published: April 12th, 2026 23:04
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Comments2
Powerful and strong this statement cries out for recognition. Well said
Best drives are on asphalt roads. But that's just a personal preference. And melting asphalt, now there's the limit. Very engaging read. 🙏🕊️
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